Come in my thoughts
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Stomach in knots, and then
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Steps, grass, gate, door
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Oh, you perfect stranger
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Elastic breaking dawn
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Last nightĄ¯s outfit on
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From St. Kilda
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Towards St. Kilda West
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Start my walk of shamelessness
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Nice street, coffee, sore feet, diary
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Construction men, whistling
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"Hey, sweetheart, where've you been?"
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Paper shop, buy a pen
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What a pretty neighborhood
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Stop short, remember him
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Biting hard between my legs
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Then no more talk inside my head
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Delicious feeling like I'm dead
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For just a second, shutting up
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A fire shock all in my gut
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I want to feel it over all the time
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I want to feel it over all the time
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Come back again
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Stop making friends
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It's a lot like Chapstick
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The effect wears off quick
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Nice street, coffee, sore feet, diary
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Construction men, maybe eat
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Quick, consider motherhood
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Luna park, smiling head
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Call Melissa, dinner plans
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Walking by the esplanade
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Feel my stomach in his hands
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(I want to feel it over all the time)
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From St. Kilda To Fitzroy
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| Amanda Palmer |
