| Poke at my iris
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| Why can’t I cry about this?
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| Maybe there is something that you know that I don’t
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| We adopt a brand new language
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| Communicate through pursed lips
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| And you try not to put on any sexy clothes or graces
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| I might never catch a mouse and present it in my mouth
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| To make you feel you’re with someone
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| Who deserves to be with you
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| But there’s one thing we’ve got going
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| And it’s the only thing worth knowing
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| And it’s got lots to do with magnets and the pull of the moon
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| Why won’t our love keel over as it chokes on a bone?
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| And we can mourn its passing and then bury it in snow
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| Or should we kick its cunt in?
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| Watch as it dies from bleeding?
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| If you don’t want to be with me, just say and I will go
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| Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
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| Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
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| Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
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| Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
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| Well we can change our partners
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| This is a progressive dance, but
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| Remember it was me who dragged you up to the sweaty floor
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| Well this has been a reel
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| I’ve got shin-splints and a stitch from we
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| But like a drunken night, it’s the best bits that are coloured in
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| You should look through some old photos
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| I adored you in every one of those
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| If someone took a picture of us now, they’d need to be told
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| That we’d ever clung and tied a navy knot with arms at night
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| I’d say she was his sister, but she doesn’t have his nose
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| And now we’re unrelated and rid of all the shit we hated
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| But I hate it when I feel like this, and I never hated you
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| Hate you, hate you, hate you, hate you
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| Never hated you
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| I never hated you |