| On the platform you are waiting
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| Your arms are bare
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| There’s a warning in your eyes
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| And the cold earth waits for me there
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| As I hurry past the railings
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| You brush your dress
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| And with the mourning in your eyes
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| And that look of hungriness
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| And who knows what we’ve begun
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| We are thrown together
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| From the moment we are young
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| The fur and the feathers, the fox and the geese
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| The thrill of the chase
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| It’s the thrill of the chase
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| And I know that there’s a meaning
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| Beyond the flesh
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| Well, I’ve found some different feeling
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| In the grip of your caress
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| On the platform you are waiting
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| And my breathing stops
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| I’m so scared of touching you
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| But I’m scared to not
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| And who knows what we’ve begun
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| We are thrown together
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| And who knows what we’ll become
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| The fur and the feathers, the fox and the geese
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| The thrill of the chase
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| It’s the thrill of the chase
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| And who knows what we’ll become
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| As we brave the weather
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| From the moment we are young
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| The fur and the feathers, the fox and the geese
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| The thrill of the chase
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| It’s the thrill of the chase |