| If there’s glass in the park, darling, I can’t help but keep
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| Making appointments to sweep beneath the climbing frame
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| If the sun’s in your eyes, I’ll tighten your blindfold, baby
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| Don’t worry, your foot won’t get cut, strut carelessly
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| And when you say that you need me tonight
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| I can’t keep my feelings in disguise
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| The white parts of my eyeballs illuminate
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| And I’ll wait for you as if I’m waiting for a storm to stop
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| I’ve heard them talking 'bout how I’m gonna put you off
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| There’s glass in the park and now that I’m up off my knees
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| I’ve picked up the speed to jump your palisades
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| And I shoot through the night and suddenly all those once lost
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| Concoctions froth and chase the day away
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| And when you say that you need me tonight
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| I can’t keep my feelings in disguise
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| The white part of my eyeballs illuminate
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| And I’ll wait for you as if I’m waiting for a storm to stop
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| I’ve heard them talking 'bout how I’m gonna put you off
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| Tell me, how can I put you off when you’re a matter of urgency
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| I’ve got a million things that I need to do but they’re all secondary
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| Make sure you’re not followed and meet me by the death balloon
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| Paraselene woman, I’m your man in the moon
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| And like a grain of diamond dust you float
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| And my devotion’s outer crust cracks |