| She says she barely sleeps
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| And if she does it’s fitfully
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| Hears footsteps in the leaves
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| And if she dreams she dreams of
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| The sounds you’ll never speak
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| The words left out between the beat
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| Of clashing teeth and tongues
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| The roar of background hum
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| That blooms inside her listening ears
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| To be the noise she wants to hear
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| She only wants to do you proud
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| Only wants to make you proud now
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| And in a stranger’s bed
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| Head next to stranger’s head
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| She chokes on words that won’t come out
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| The TV’s turned up far too loud, too loud
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| So here we go again
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| Head on the block again
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| The guillotine has just quickened pace
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| Teeth sink in to leave their taste, of blood
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| And her head hits the floor
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| Lips still moving, mouthing to implore
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| «You're all I want, you’re all I want, you’re all I want
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| And all I want to…»
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| She says she barely sleeps
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| And if she does it’s fitfully
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| Hears footsteps in the leaves
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| And if she dreams she dreams of
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| The sounds you’ll never speak
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| The words you leave between the beat
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| Of clashing teeth and tongues
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| The roar of background hum
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| That blooms inside her listening ears
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| To be the song she wants to hear
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| She only wants to do you proud
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| Only wants to do you proud now
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| And in a foreign bed
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| Head next to foreign head
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| The sad song in a minor key
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| The sad song in a minor key, please |