| It’s been seven hours long
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| And you’re shadow still hangs on You’ve been two weeks gone
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| So tonight I’ll follow you home
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| There are so many different ways
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| Of collecting all the strays
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| The ones that get away
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| Oh, fascinations, we play
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| New sensations
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| Oh, fascination, it’s been in my Frustration
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| It’s been in my frustrations
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| And I haven’t got the patience
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| These sheets are still warm
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| This bed is our only home
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| We make arrangements over the phone
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| Where has all the conversation gone?
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| There are so many different ways
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| Of collecting all the strays
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| The ones that get away
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| Oh, fascinations, we play
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| New sensations
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| Oh, fascination,
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| It’s been in my, frustration
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| It’s been in my, frustrations
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| And I haven’t got the patience
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| Frustrations, sensations, and fascinations, and fascinations
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| Frustrations, sensations, and fascinations, and fascinations
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| Oh, fascination,
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| New sensation
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| Oh, fascinations, we play
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| New sensations
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| Oh, fascination,
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| It’s been in my, frustration
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| It’s been in my, frustrations
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| And I haven’t got the patience |