| Big, round eyes
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| Like a child, with a magic to match
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| Show a shoulder, naked skin on the side
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| Like a crack in a door on a latch
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| Hot little hints
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| Toe a line between sexy and sick
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| What’s the deal? |
| How much to feel?
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| Will you think of me differently?
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| Drawing the blinds, thinking of you
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| Poor lonely mind, it’s getting confused
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| Will you ever lie next to me
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| In the bed that I dream of us in?
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| Rewire a dread, this whirring machine
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| If you can’t, cool it down
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| Steam is still steam
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| Will you ever know of this image of you
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| That can soothe me to sleep?
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| What in the world
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| Do we have at a quarter to four?
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| Such a still, but so real
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| Disconnected, but beautifully raw
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| So ask me again
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| In a suit and a tie, with a drink
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| Then find out right in half light
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| And you’ll think of me differently
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| Drawing the blinds, thinking of you
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| Poor lonely mind, it’s getting confused
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| Will you ever lie next to me
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| In the bed that I dream of us in?
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| Rewire a dread, this whirring machine
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| If you can’t, cool it down
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| Steam is still steam
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| Will you ever know of this image of you
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| That can soothe me to sleep? |