| Take the easy way out, and I’ll meet you at my loft
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| Faking intimacy is an artform of mine
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| Say hello, say goodbye, say whatever I’m feeling
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| Fingers crossed; |
| there’s no point to these lies
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| 'Cause you’re getting nothing 'cause everything’s lies
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| Don’t be scared in the morning
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| Just be scared for tonight
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| Lonely girls live for longing
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| They wish; |
| they dream.
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| Hanging out of my window at dawn at the week end
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| Onion badges, the bird’s chariot is alright (?)
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| These are times I can’t see now when we are together
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| It’s not crass; |
| I’m not talking of doves
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| It’s just I’m afraid I forgot what I love
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| Don’t be scared in the morning
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| Just be scared for tonight
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| Lonely girls live for longing
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| They wish and they dream but they live, they must fly
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| No, I won’t be your friend
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| And I’ll die if you’re right
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| I’ve had friends who are shy
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| But a token appears by my head anymore
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| Silver coins land on the floor
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| Let’s go out for the night, get some chips the car
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| Tell me what you’ve been reading, the day and the TV
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| Make me laugh for awhile when I fret
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| And make me remember; |
| I cannot forget
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| Don’t be scared in the morning
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| Just be scared for tonight
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| Lonely girls live for longing
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| They wish and they dream but to live they must fly
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| No, I won’t be your friend
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| And I’ll die if you’re right
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| I’ve had friends who are shy
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| But I tale my peers by my head anymore (?)
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| Silver coins land on the floor |