| A letter to you on a cassette
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| 'Cause we don’t write anymore
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| Gotta make it up quickly
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| There’s people asleep on the second floor
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| There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
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| Truth, beauty and a picture of you
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| You’ll be walking your dog in a few hours
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| I’ll be asleep at my brother’s house
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| You’re a thousand miles away
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| With food between your teeth
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| Come up for summer
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| I got a place near the beach
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| There’s room for your dog
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| There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
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| Truth, beauty and a picture of you
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| Don’t you know that there’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
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| Youth, truth, beauty, fame, boredom and a bottle of pills
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| Yo
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| I wrote a letter on a cassette and sent it in the mail
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| To give chase when your ship was setting sail
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| Problem is that the devil’s in the detail
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| I need to feel your touch, put my fingers to the brail
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| So I sit and wait for you to write back
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| Up late sippin' on an eternal nightcap
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| But I don’t wan' be checkin' if you’re like that
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| I wanna be in your space askin', «Do you like that?»
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| Fuck texts, DMs, and mixed messages
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| Crossed wires, bad signal, no reception
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| I think we gettin' sick from the medicine
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| Got me chattin' to my therapist all about
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| Small talk, cocaine, ecstasy, alcohol
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| Hangovers, takeaway, carelessness, Panadol
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| Asparagus, chocolate, oysters
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| Shit, I’ve had 'em all, lemme tell you, there’s
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| No aphrodisiac like loneliness
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| You shouldn’t leave me alone
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| There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
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| Bare feet like a tom-boy and a crooked smile
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| Truth, youth, beauty, fame, boredom
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| Red hair, no hair, innocence
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| Instagram and a picture of you
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| A letter to you on a cassette
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| You shouldn’t leave me alone
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| Forty, shaved, sexy, wants to do it all day
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| With a gun-toting trigger-happy missy named Kinky Renée
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| Tired teacher, twenty-eight, seeks regular meetings
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| For masculine, muscular, nappy-clad, brutal breeding
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| While his wife rough wrestles with a puppy
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| All aquiver on a wine-soaked, strobe-lit
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| Asiatic hall of mirrors and a dash of loneliness
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| There’s no aphrodisiac quite like it
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| Said there’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
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| Truth, beauty and a picture of you
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| Said there’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
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| Truth, beauty and a picture of you |