| Its safe in the city, to love in a doorway
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| To wrangle some screens from the door
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| And isnt it me, putting pain in a stranger?
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| Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leash
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| Will you see that Im scared and Im lonely?
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| So Ill break up my room, and yawn and i Run to the centre of things
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| Where the knowing one says
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| Boys, boys, its a sweet thing
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| Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing
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| If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
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| cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing
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| Im glad that youre older than me Makes me feel important and free
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| Does that make you smile, isnt that me?
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| Im in your way, and Ill steal every moment
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| If his trade is a curse, then Ill bless you
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| And turn to the crossroads, and hamburgers, and
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| Boys, boys, its a sweet thing
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| Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing
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| If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
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| cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing |