| Lately, I’ve been seeing things
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| Belly button piercings
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| In the sky at night
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| When we’re side by side
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| And I don’t mean to rain
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| On anybody’s cabriolet
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| One of those games you’re gonna lose
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| But you wanna play it, just in case
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| Now it’s getting dark and the sky looks sticky
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| More like black treacle than tar
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| Black treacle
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| Somebody told the stars you’re not coming out tonight
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| And so they found a place to hide
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| Does it help you stay up late?
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| Does it help you concentrate?
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| Does it tune you in when you chew your chin?
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| Am I ruining your fun?
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| And you talk the talk alright
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| But do you walk the walk or catch the train?
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| You wanted it, you got it
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| But you don’t want it now
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| Now it’s getting dark and the sky looks sticky
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| More like black treacle than tar
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| Black treacle
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| Somebody told the stars you’re not coming out tonight
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| And so they found a place to hide
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| Now I’m out of place and I’m not getting any wiser
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| I feel like the Sundance Kid behind a synthesizer
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| And I tried last night to pack away your laugh
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| Like a key under the mat
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| But it never seems to be there when you want it
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| Black treacle
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| Black treacle
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| Black treacle |