| The big thing left for me to do
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| Would be to reconcile with you
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| But staying as you are, forever mad
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| I’d say that’s also okay
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| It’s passionate in its own way
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| To be your hatecrush isn’t bad
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| You mattered more than anybody
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| There is no-one else like you, and I should know
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| I’ve scoured the world
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| Your pleasing face, your pleasing form
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| Your tastes so far beyond the norm
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| And though you live across the sea
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| You’re still so deep inside me
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| When I think about the world I see your face
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| Your genetic Venn Diagram, Malaysia and Pakistan
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| Was something immigration could do
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| But now we’re living in an age of borders and baricades
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| And there’ll be fewer made like you
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| And though you live across the sea
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| You’re still so deep inside me
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| When I think about the world I see your face
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| And though perhaps you hate me now
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| I know, or I suspect somehow
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| There’s something we both hate more than that
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| The world in which people who
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| Combine to make a girl like you
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| Are crushed before they meet
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| And though you live across the sea
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| You’re still so deep inside me
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| When I think about the world I see your face |