| I can’t feel ya
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| Your body
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| Been hitting the sensimilla
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| With a hot toddy
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| Lying on my sofa
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| It’s so weedy
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| Won’t you come on over?
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| Cos I need ya!
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| And all the lying in the thick of it
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| And learning not to give a shit
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| The smiling.
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| The timing.
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| And all this late night rhyming…
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| Well this is the thing.
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| Should have known you wanted to come over my friend
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| Won’t you come on over again?
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| Could you get some fags from the shops?
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| Been recently a bit on the rocks!
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| I said I can’t feel ya
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| Your body
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| Been hitting the sensimilla
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| With a hot toddy
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| Lying on my sofa
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| It’s so weedy
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| Won’t you come on over?
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| Cos I need ya!
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| The misdirection it has got ya
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| In your little section and it might rot ya
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| Won’t you come on over my friend?
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| Won’t you come on over again?
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| And all the lying in the thick of it
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| And learning not to give a shit
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| The fiddling
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| The riddling
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| And listening to when I sing.
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| But this is the thing.
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| Should have known you wanted to come over my friend
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| Won’t you come on over again?
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| And could you get some fags from the shops?
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| Been recently a bit on the rocks!
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| Miss Delilah.
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| You’re playing with my hair.
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| Yeah I try but.
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| Something is just not there.
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| Won’t you come on over my friend?
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| And could you buy some fags from the shops?
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| Won’t you come on over my friend
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| Won’t you come on over again?
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| And could you buy some fags from the shops?
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| Been recently a bit on the rocks!
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| Won’t you come on over?
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| Won’t you come on over?
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| Can’t sing anymore.
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| Till I drop (?) |