| Take your places, dinner’s served
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| Poets and painters, musicians, there they were
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| There’s Pinot Gris or Merlot
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| Whatever you prefer
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| Lovers and sinners and innocent others
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| Oils and inks and the mixing of colours (come on)
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| House they called Heide, the things you discover
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| Different if you’re over or under the covers
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| (Come on down) You let the breeze clear the air
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| (Say what, say what) The food is getting cold, I couldn’t care
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| Your fingers running through your hair
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| Underneath the table I can feel the brushing of our legs
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| The chattering of voices, the cutlery is tapping
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| If we drink enough than maybe it will happen, I’m feeling tipsy
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| And for something risky, a nervous rush of pleasure
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| I’m ravaged by the pressure
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| Rushing through me, yeah
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| Rushing through me, yeah
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| Use me, touch me, you don’t have to trust me
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| I don’t really care if it’s wrong, no
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| Quickly, hurry up and take me
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| I don’t really care if it’s wrong, no
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| Faded lipstick on the glass, okay top me up
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| Lavender that’s in the vase, delicately cut
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| Across the table from my past, unruly passenger
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| Will someone calm my fucking heart
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| Cause it keeps speeding up
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| Every time the door is opened, the candlelight is wavy
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| The windows fogging up, it’s hazy, the air is crazy
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| Below the chairs our feet are touching but neither pulls away
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| The pots are clanging in the kitchen, we’re a thousand miles away
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| Then someone yells 'what are you two up to?' |
| And I think
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| Trying to be world famous twenty years after we’re dead, 'I'll drink
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| To that' he said, you got up and left and had a cigarette
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| This single-minded lust had consequences I ain’t figured yet
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| Maybe it’s the red but the room is spinning around
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| And all the colours come to life the shadows that they’re bringing out
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| I’ll join you in that darkest night, dreaming of us laying down
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| Blind to every thought except you’re
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| Rushing through me, yeah
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| Rushing through me, yeah
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| Use me, touch me, you don’t have to trust me
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| I don’t really care if it’s wrong, no
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| Quickly, hurry up and take me
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| I don’t really care if it’s wrong, no
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| Use me, touch me, you don’t have to trust me
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| I don’t really care if it’s wrong, no
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| Quickly, hurry up and take me
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| I don’t really care if it’s wrong, no |