| Been around for ages so it won’t change now
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| Pleasing shallow faces and I don’t care how
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| Some little starry young thing robs me blind
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| All the time, I try
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| My finger leaves an imprint in your wet intent
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| You keep receiving flowers that were never sent, yeah
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| Some little scabby young thing sucks me dry
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| Friday night, she’s got to slow down
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| And the pavement’s alive on Sunday
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| And my feet keep the time, stop me falling
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| This one
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| You’re the only one
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| You’re the only thing
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| When your change goes right…
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| She’s ringing in the changes and she feels quite sure
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| Be closer to the distance than I’ve been before
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| Some little scabby young thing sucks me dry
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| Friday night, she’s got to slow down
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| And the saints are alive on Sunday
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| And my feet keep the time that stopped me falling
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| Well let me talk about this one
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| You’re the only one
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| You’re the only thing
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| When your change goes right…
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| Let’s talk about this one
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| You’re the only one
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| You’re the only thing
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| You’re the only one
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| (Lets talk about the way you cut yourself
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| And it was just tomato sauce
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| All the times, I can’t get inside)
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| Been around for ages so it won’t change now |