When we walked the streets together
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All the faces seemed to smile back
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And now the pavements
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Have nothing to offer
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And all the faces seem to need a slap
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There's an unfamiliar grip
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On an unfamiliar handkerchief
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Attending to the tears on cheeks
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I wouldn't notice
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With you no matter how vicious the grief
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Her expression was damp and crooked
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Grabs onto my throat and won't let go
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Won't let go
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Won't let go
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Won't let go
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Save me from
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The secateurs
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I'll pretend
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I didn't hear
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Can't you see
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I'm the ghost in the wrong coat
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Biting butter and crumbs
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There's a handsome maverick
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You don't talk about to keep me calm
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And I can't help
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But try create diversion???
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Pulls you back onto his arm
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Please don't tell me
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You don't have to darling I can sense
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That he painted you a gushing sunset
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And slayed
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Their pink panthers in your defence
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He stands separate and ever deadly
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Clings onto my throat and won't let go
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Won't let go
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Won't let go
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Won't let go
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Save me from
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The secateurs
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I'll pretend
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I didn't hear
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Can't you see
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I'm a ghost
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In the wrong coat
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Biting butter and crumbs
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Separate and Ever Deadly
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| The Last Shadow Puppets |
