| Warm us in the streetlight that sweet amber glow
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| Put me in your favourite dress and see how I go
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| 'Cos tonight they are tame in the morning they’ll be wicked
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| They say you gotta wait your turn oh, they weren’t kidding
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| And the man behind the register has the same look on his face
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| I think he understands me more than this terminal place
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| You’ve got a hot hot head with your filthy vowels
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| There’s disdain amongst you actions and the way you hold yourself
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| Did you shine your gun?
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| Did you and your God make peace?
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| I hope he left you on your bedroom floor deserted and without peace
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| I can feel the warm breeze out from the city’s fringes
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| And fuck the guy who came and tried to kick the door off its hinges
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| These red stone valleys and all of their turns
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| They make a map of everything that I want to learn, to learn
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| You’ve got a hot hot head with your filthy vowels
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| There’s disdain amongst you actions and the way you hold yourself
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| Did you shine your gun?
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| Did you and your God make peace?
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| I hope he left you on your bedroom floor deserted and without peace
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| Without a single hour of uninterrupted sleep
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| When you wake up to check the curtains
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| The cupboards
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| The light switches
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| The doorways
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| Just to find anyway
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| Any way
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| To try and stay
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| (Warm us in the streetlight that sweet amber glow
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| Put me in your favourite dress and see how I go) |