| I see you shivering from the cold
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| You slip in front of me, in the queue
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| The people behind us staring
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| You get the privilege of being with me
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| Like I get the poetry in motion
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| Of your body next to mine
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| I believe in the way that you move
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| I believe in the way that you move
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| My mind is in the gutter
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| But I’m looking up the skirts of the stars
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| You wouldn’t get it
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| Why does it matter how I treat you
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| When TV says the world is crushing down around us
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| The sadness that comes in the mornings will be washed away
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| You’ll see to that, but how long will it last
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| I believe in the way that you move
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| I believe in the way that you’ve touched me somehow
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| I believe in the way that you move
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| I believe in the way that you move
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| The sadness that comes in the night times will fade away
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| You’ll see to that, but how long will it last
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| Is it worse to smile falsely or to frown
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| I could’ve guessed but now I’m finding out
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| From the pleasures we define
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| Well, I’m sure we’ll be fine |