| I see two lovers kiss on the street by Studio 6
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| And I remember the petrol-thick mist, we settled our lips
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| And I remember hearing your father laugh
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| While we made love in the next room, we made love in the next room
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| And I remember one of those mornings I, I reached out to wake you,
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| but I learned that he’d taken you back
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| I look through the glass to housing blocks and energy fans
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| I see slow familiar lovers, I see them pull their curtains back
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| And I remember pulling your curtains back, then we made love to the old moon,
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| we made love to the old moon
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| And I remember one of those mornings I, I reached out to wake you,
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| but I learned that he’d taken you back
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| And I remember you wearing that pink August coat
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| that my grandmother wore as my grandfather’s love
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| You’re a little more clear with this wine in my hand
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| And it colours my tongue as if your lipstick has run
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| And I remember hearing your father laugh
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| While we made love in the next room, we made love in the next room |