| Fading slowly only know the parts we show
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| It’s not enough to hold on
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| Hoping that the walls come down
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| Dreaming of the way we practice out our love
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| These struggling actors so tough
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| Hoping for another round
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| Don’t you have another way to keep us up all night
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| Tell me you’ve got something up your sleeve
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| To make this wrong feel right
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| We’re only happy from the waist down
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| Giving ourselves the runaround
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| We’re only happy from the waist down
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| Giving ourselves the runaround
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| We’re still scratching at the surface
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| Every touch called as a witness
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| All our nights called into question now
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| Tell me don’t you have another way to keep us feeling this high
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| Gotta hope I got something up my sleeve
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| To make this wrong feel right
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| We’re only happy from the waist down
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| Giving ourselves the runaround
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| We’re only happy from the waist down
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| Giving ourselves the runaround
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| We’re still giving ourselves it
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| We’re still hiding in dark corners
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| We’re giving ourselves the runaround
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| Fuelled by lovers gone before us
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| We’re giving ourselves it
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| We’re still hiding in dark corners
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| We’re giving ourselves the runaround
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| Fuelled by lovers gone before us
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| We’re only happy from the waist down
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| (We're still hiding in dark corners)
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| Giving ourselves the runaround
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| (Fuelled by lovers gone before us)
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| We’re only happy from the waist down
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| (We're still hiding in dark corners)
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| Giving ourselves the runaround
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| (Fuelled by lovers gone before us) |