Words and music by Roddy Frame
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Craze my hair and shine my shoes,
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And kiss the kiss that I could lose,
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And I looked at what I have,
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And I have one wish,
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And I looked back in your eyes,
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And there were two words,
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Backwards and forwards.
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Here lies the essence of my peers,
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Handshakes, hellos and golden years,
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See it smiling through its teeth,
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It's the whore who has to die,
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Unhappy, underneath,
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And it's long learned not to show it,
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Get backwards and forwards.
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How come when I'm gone I get the blues?
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Or something special that I might confuse,
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With getting gifts I'm not at liberty to use.
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It's cold to the touch and older than I know,
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And when the world's with me too much,
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I say she comes and then it goes.
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Could completeness still appeal,
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To one who thinks what he should feel?
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And it stares me in the face,
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And holds me speechless,
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And I look back in your eyes,
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And see your eyes gaze,
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See your eyes gaze into mine,
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Forever.
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Backwards and Forwards
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| Aztec Camera |
