| Alone I stand under these lights,
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| watching the locking of eyes.
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| Looking forlorn, wearing clothes that i bought you,
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| I know where you’re staying tonight.
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| I wish I could just be adult.
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| But inside I hold you by the throat.
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| These windows are open, this silence is broken,
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| by something that sounds like revolt.
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| Do you do it to them when you do it to me?
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| Do you think about the others when you’re alone with me?
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| That oxford collar starts to squeeze,
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| I hope that life’s nice down there on your knees.
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| But that awful bliss that those smouldering lips leave me in I guess it seems…
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| That the punches I throw seem so low,
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| I clutch at that stranger’s pillow.
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| Then I gently drift into your black abyss and I’m dreaming of all that’s below.
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| Do you do it to them when you do it to me?
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| Do you think about the others when you’re alone with me?
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| Now I see the lights they’re fading. |
| Don’t let me down.
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| Do you do it to them when you do it to me?
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| Do you think about the others when you’re alone with me? |