| Tuesday disco at the Leak
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| A leak of egos
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| And I waded through it like an oil spillage
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| And I was a thin man taking chances
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| I was prepared to dance angles
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| There were partial glimpses, but she said nothing at all
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| This was upstream
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| And I was calmer than a loud man choking in silence
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| That’s when I stopped
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| Love has all but broken you
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| But Katie you’ve lost your smile
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| Love has all but broken you
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| But Katie you’ve lost your smile
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| I was a sexual forest fire
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| My flame had been dampened by the monsoons of fear and angst
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| And I was in the middle of a perpetual orchard
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| Where the shoulderless are kings
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| But not for long
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| Love has all but broken you
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| But Katie you’ve lost your smile
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| Love has all but broken you
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| But Katie you’ve lost your smile
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| I’m going upstream
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| I’m definitely going upstream
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| See ya
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| Where are ya?
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| I can’t see ya
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| They won’t catch me
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| It’s too late now
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| She borrowed all this from your heart
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| And no one can be inside you’re heart
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| She borrowed all this from your heart
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| And no one can be inside you’re heart |