The cops are hanging around the house
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The cars outside look like they've got the blues
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The moon don't know if it's day or night
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Everybody's creeping around with plastic covers on their shoes
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You're making coffee for everyone concerned
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Someone points to this and someone points to that
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Everyone is saying that you should lie down
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But you ain't having none of that
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And I say to the sleepy summer rain
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With a complete absence of pain
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You might think I'm crazy
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But I'm still in love with you
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Hide your eyes, hide your tears,
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Hide your face, my love
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Hide your ribbons, hide your bows
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Hide your coloured cotton gloves
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Hide your trinkets, hide your treasures
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Hide your neatly scissored locks
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Hide your memories, hide them all
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Stuff them in a cardboard box
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Or throw them into the street below
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Leave them to the wind and the rain and the snow
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For you might think I'm crazy
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But I'm still in love with you
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Call me up, baby, and I will answer your call
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Call me up but remember I am no use to you at all
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Now, you're standing at the top of the stairs
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One hand on the banister, a flower in your hair
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The other one resting on your hip
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Without a solitary care
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I fall to sleep in the summer rain
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With no single memory of pain
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And you might think I'm crazy
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But I'm still in love with you
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Still In Love
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| Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds |
