| How can I create a work of art?
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| Angled over a dishwasher that just won’t start
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| Domestic bliss are you taking the piss
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| I need a minute on my own, minute on my own
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| So I cross my heart and hope to fly
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| And fuck right off into the middle of the sky
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| Where no one can find me
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| And no one can see that would be my ecstasy
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| Our clothes are on the floor and so are our hearts
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| Your necklace and your pearls are your entourage
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| A picture, a locket, a ring in my pocket
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| I need a minute on my own, minute on my own
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| So I cross my heart and hope to fly
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| And fuck right off into the middle of the sky
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| Where no one can find me
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| And no one can see that would be my ecstasy
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| So I cross my heart and hope to fly
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| And fuck right off into the middle of the sky
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| Where no one can find me
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| And no one can see that would be my ecstasy
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| So I cross my heart and hope to fly
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| And fuck right off into the middle of the sky
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| Where no one can find me
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| And no one can see that would be my ecstasy
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| So I cross my heart and hope to fly
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| And fuck right off into the middle of the sky
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| Where no one can find me
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| And no one can see that would be my ecstasy |