| I saw you in the street
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| Left me in a state of wondering
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| If you even noticed me
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| Acting like a nervous teen
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| I got you on demand
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| Like a dream to have you on my arm
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| But even if you wanted to
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| I was gonna need a bit of proof
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| There’s a space for me
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| On the edge of your seat
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| Where you wanted me to sit
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| Where you wanted me to sit
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| But my will is weak
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| And I’m tired of cold feet
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| Thought you wanted it to last
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| Thought you wanted it to last
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| In the golden afternoon
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| I can hear you in the other room
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| Fixing things with cellotape
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| Bound together by the mess you make
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| But no-one ever sees
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| You glow in the face like a stolen beam of the sun
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| You know I don’t need anyone
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| I just wanna have a drink or two
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| There’s a space for me
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| On the edge of your seat
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| Where you wanted me to sit
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| Where you wanted me to sit
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| But my will is weak
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| And I’m tired of cold feet
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| Thought you wanted it to last
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| Thought you wanted it to last
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| There’s a space for me
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| On the edge of your seat
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| Where you wanted me to sit
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| Where you wanted me to sit
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| But my will is weak
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| And I’m tired of cold feet
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| Thought you wanted it to last
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| Thought you wanted it to last
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| And the roll you lead
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| Is so convincing
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| Well the audience laughed
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| Well the audience wept
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| Going home next week
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| And I’m tired of cold feet
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| Thought you wanted it to last
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| Thought you wanted it to last |