| I’ll send you my love in a carrier bag
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| Send you my love but you pushed it right back
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| In my face
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| When you slip all over me
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| You’re too slippery for me
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| And I know it’s not your fault
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| But you fill my wounds with salt
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| And you keep me out 'til midnight every night
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| So get over me
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| Get over me
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| Climb over me
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| Get over me
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| 'Cause you see you’re down and out and not so proud
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| Coming round, I stand my ground
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| You’ll always find them too busy
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| I’ll send you my love it’s like rocket fuel
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| Send you my love like a silly fool
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| That I am
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| Send you my love in a taxi cab
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| I’ll send you my love and you drove it right back
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| 'Cause you can
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| When you slip all over me
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| You’re too slippery for me
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| And I know it’s not your fault
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| As you stage your last assault
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| And you keep me out 'til midnight every night
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| So get over me
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| Get over me
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| Climb over me
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| Get over me
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| 'Cause you see you’re down and out and not so proud
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| You’re coming round, I stand my ground
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| You’ll always find them too busy
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| And I know it’s not your fault
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| As you fill my wounds with salt
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| And you keep me out 'til midnight
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| So get over me
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| Get over me
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| Climb over me
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| Get over me
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| 'Cause you see you’re down and out and not so proud
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| Who’s to say you’re making too much sound for all the walls to hear?
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| Make your move and disappear
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| You know it’s what you’ll always fear
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| All of the time |