| You’re not the wedding dress
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| It’s the ghost of Valentine past
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| And the moon makes you an exclamation mark
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| We’ll hung upside down
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| On the climbing freeze
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| I handstand on the bandstand
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| And you’re the right way around again
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| And we forgot to move the hostage walls
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| Helicopter scannin' the rooftops
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| You’re a bad influence on a good boy
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| I accepted the invitation to the voyage
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| Now forensics dust for prints in my room
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| They’re reconstructing my final moments on BBC2
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| Tell the stars are holes in the galaxy’s ceiling
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| Where heaven shines through every evening
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| Don’t know where exactly this path is finished
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| She’s a distance damsel, what does that make me then?
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| We forgot to move the victim is
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| Helicopters bliss each time we stress
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| It’s a mess
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| For then you’re cutting my dear wedding dress
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| I’m afraid they told her they’ve got us around here
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| And through the door she enter
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| Wants the hostages out
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| Here comes the tear gas, here comes the turn
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| We have become one
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| We’ve become each other
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| La la la La la la la la.
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| La la la La la la la la.
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| La la la La la la la la.
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| La la la La la la la la. |