| You know i used to call my baby up
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| And we’d get real close
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| Just like the telephone was a sofa
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| And our thoughts would mingle
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| And we’d leave our minds wide open
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| Like a big window in the evening air
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| And we’d say
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| 'hey baby, come on in and help yourself to my soul'
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| 'hey baby, come on in and help yourself to my soul'
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| But these days, even saying, 'hello? |
| how are you?'
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| 'i'm fine, how are you?' |
| takes a lot of sweat
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| Ain’t that a shame
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| Ain’t that a shame
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| But in linctus house
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| In my flesh hotel
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| I don’t care anymore
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| You know my baby and me
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| As kimberley would say
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| We’d curl up like two dogs
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| In front of a fire
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| And our eyes would reflect each other
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| In the warm long heat of love
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| Yeah, the warm long heat of love
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| And i would hear the rain falling
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| On the leaves outside
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| I could’nt stand to close the window
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| 'cos i’d shiver if i left her side
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| But now i’d shake if we should meet
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| And i spend most of my time in the bushes
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| Ain’t that a shame
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| Know what you’re doing
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| Ain’t that a shame
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| Know what you’ve done
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| But in linctus house
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| In my flesh hotel
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| I don’t care anymore
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| 'i understand how everything sometimes
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| Turns out to be nothing,' you say
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| But i wonder if you do
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| And if we understood each other
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| There’d be no need to talk
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| But even that, even talking is out of reach
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| Should i say it with flowers or
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| Should i say it with nails?
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| I’m not the kind to push you around
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| But i don’t want to make myself vulnerable
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| And if i was on my knees
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| You’d have a pretty good view of my skull
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| And i happen to know you’re carrying a chisel
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| But in linctus hotel
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| In my flesh hotel
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| I don’t care anymore
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| No
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| In linctus house
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| In my flesh hotel
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| I don’t care
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| Ain’t that a shame
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| Know what you’re doing
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| Ain’t that a shame
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| Know what you’ve done |