| She’s always around and under my skin
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| Watching her move
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| How she tells a story
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| It’s only a dream of lovers and lies
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| She’s cruel and she’s free like television
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| She’s in my head, like television…
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| We fall into bed
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| Our tongues are tied
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| Her lips and her eyes are so disarming
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| And when we embrace, she pulls me inside
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| I wake up alone with television
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| Crawl around the story
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| Oh, how her waves wash over me
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| Lost inside her story
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| She shows me the world
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| I see through her eyes the beauty of brave new understanding
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| It’s only a dream of lovers and lies
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| I carry with me in all my vision
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| She’s always around and under my skin
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| She’s always around and under my skin
|
| Watching her move
|
| How she tells a story
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| It’s only a dream of lovers and lies
|
| She’s cruel and she’s free like television…
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| Crawl around the story
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| Oh, how the waves wash over me
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| Lost inside her story
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| She’s in my head, like television
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| Like television |