| My brown eyes are two pools of mud
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| Resting in two dark moons
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| They turn the tide into a flood
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| And the bloodshot lines in the whites
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| Map every A-road in this town
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| All the glare of the city lights
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| Every cul-de-sac we’ve talked down
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| Over time they build up the city
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| And our arguments show it all
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| Every ring road, every motorway
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| Displayed in crease and wrinkle
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| Until my face is a map you have folded up
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| One hundred, one thousand times
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| You know it starts pretty rough
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| And ends up even worse
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| And what goes on in-between
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| I try to keep it out of my thoughts
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| Your blue eyes are like the deepest and warmest seas
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| As the salt elevates my body
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| They float my heart up past my teeth
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| And with the water and the Cypriot sun
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| Would your psoriasis bleach and be gone?
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| But would it fix the pallor of my skin?
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| Or would my freckles all meld into one?
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| Your body above me, sobbing down
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| My cheeks wet from your tears
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| They extinguish each of the burning thread
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| Veins flow down to my ears
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| Now they rest in two tiny reservoirs
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| That overfed the wedded canals
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| You know it starts pretty rough
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| And ends up even worse
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| And what goes on in-between
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| I try to keep it out of my thoughts
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| And life, life is a long time
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| Too long to my mind, too long by far
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| Between my waterfalls and your landslides
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| There’s cartography in every scar
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| Life, life is a long time
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| Too long to my mind, too long by far
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| Because it starts pretty rough
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| And ends up even worse
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| And what goes on in-between
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| I try to keep it out of my thoughts
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| You know it starts pretty rough
|
| And ends up even worse
|
| And what goes on in-between
|
| I try to keep it out of my thoughts
|
| You know it starts pretty rough
|
| And ends up even worse
|
| And what goes on in-between
|
| I try to keep it out of my thoughts
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| You know it starts pretty rough
|
| And ends up even worse
|
| And what goes on in-between
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| I try to keep it out of my thoughts |