| Follow the lifeline I labelled so neat
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| Through every lifetime from scars that run deep
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| Follow the love tracks unrivalled unmatched
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| Book me the right train I’d love to nip back
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| Set up high above the Pyrenees
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| Set up high on the road of release
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| My brain, my arms, my chain, my charms
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| My aims, my itch, my foes, I’ve licked
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| My bed of flame my name
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| Spread myself round again
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| Spilled out my guts again
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| Think I might lay down again
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| Stitch me up I’m torn again
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| Follow the pipeline I laid it so deep
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| It flows out my window it flows out to sea
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| It curls round the mountain it takes up the slack
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| Book me the right plane I long to nip back
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| Set up high above the Pyrenees
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| Set up high on the road of relief
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| My lies, my lust, my truth, my trust
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| My league, my school, my game, my rules
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| My bed I’ve made, my grave
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| Spread myself round again
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| Spilled out my guts again
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| Think I might lay down again
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| Stitch me up I’m torn again
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| My eyes, my hips, my face, my lips
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| Are failing me
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| Combined with mixed up living
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| My victory is escaping me
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| La La La
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| The lifeline slips away |