| Baby I’ve been waiting here for you
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| In the housing benefit queue
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| I’ve been waiting for the light
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| That’s set to end us all
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| I’ve been thinking
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| What these hands could do
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| Let loose upon you
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| Set free inside you
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| Honey, undress me for the last time
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| Put me to sleep in the daytime
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| Tonight you’re ugly and I’m worse
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| But we’re both victims of this thirst
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| When the sunlight turns to snow
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| When these lights are turned down low
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| It won’t be poetry
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| Just poverty
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| Like so
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| Nico’s children
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| Follow me like flies
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| Needlepoint arms
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| And nothing in their eyes
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| Come home to me early
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| Say that you’ll save me
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| So sunny and dirty
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| Oh swear you won’t spare me
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| The last in a line of beautiful mistakes
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| Together we’d never make it
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| Straight out of here
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| See I was never impressed
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| By their motives or their dress
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| But when the faith it turns to proof
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| In this the deepest heart of you
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| It’s not salvation, just desperation
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| My love, we’ve been lied to before
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| We’ll find the reasons, but never the cause
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| And in these days between stations
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| Yes, we’ll be free from their questions
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| Yeah, I was free to be
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| Whatever it was you wanted me to be
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| When the charity comes round
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| When you’re safe yet naked
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| In the crowd
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| It won’t be kindness
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| Just blindness
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| Like so
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| Nico’s children
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| Follow me like flies
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| Needlepoint arms
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| And nothing in their eyes
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| Come home to me early
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| Say that you’ll save me
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| So sunny and dirty
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| Oh swear you won’t spare me
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| The last in a line of beautiful mistakes
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| Together we’d never make it
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| Straight out of here |