| Come on pauline, I’ve seen you
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| I’ve seen you see it through
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| And I know that you’ve seen me see it, see it too
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| Come on pauline
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| Oh, its the thrill of what you know, you know
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| Oh, and it’s the force behind the gaze you throw, you throw
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| I swear I’ve seen you undress the city blocks with your eyes
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| But she scrawls the people all stacked up inside
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| For their liquid bodies and the bargain basement eyes, eyes
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| You’re cool and observant
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| You cruise the streets and I’ve seen
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| The buildings tremble with the force of your seismic heartbeats
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| Well if I can stand here and see this pauline
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| I can stand here and see that you see, you see it too
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| Stand here and see this pauline I can
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| Know that the things that I know, I know they’re true
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| Stand here and see this pauline
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| I can stand here and see that you see, you see it too
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| Stand here and see this pauline I can
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| Know that the things that I know, I know they’re true
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| I wouldn’t say this to most people
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| But I know you know the sky’s a pool
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| It drains on with no bottom
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| It’s all deep-end
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| And I wouldn’t say this to most people
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| But I know you know the sky’s a pool
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| It drains on with no bottom
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| And the night is so wide
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| I I-I-I I kinda need ya |