| You take a form in projection
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| Another face looking at you
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| You take a form in projection
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| You’ve got it baby and not more.
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| And I know you’re sat there wondering what it’s for
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| Come on and wash it over me,
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| Come on and wash it over me.
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| Come on and wash it over me.
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| There is a shape on the canvas
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| Another face looking at us
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| You’ve got it baby and not more
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| I know you said there wondering what it’s for
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| Come on and wash it over me,
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| Come on and wash it over me.
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| Come on and wash it over me.
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| Your energy is wasted
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| Wash over me
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| Don’t waste it
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| You force me in a corner
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| You get it babe and not more
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| There is a breach in the harbour
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| The spray of salt all around us.
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| There is a breach in the harbour
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| You’ve got it baby and not more.
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| And I know you’re sat there wondering what it’s for
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| Come on and wash it over me,
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| Come on and wash it over me.
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| Come on and wash it over me. |