You look a younger more beautiful version of death
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But I'm scared to hold you close or smell your breath
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Now your body's facing east your heart is west
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And you can call me leisure and I can call you rest
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We can't stop thinking that we should've guessed
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We should've held you closer to our chest
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'Cos our shoulders were put there for that test
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Now you can call me leisure and I can call you rest
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Well you certainly jumped the red at treasure chest
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Your joyride didn't feel bad enough to confess
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Till you placed the lemming on this family crest
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And you can call me leisure, the donor of poor measure
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The scalpel of all pleasure, I'll call you rest
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It's what we thought God gave us shoulders for
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Not to shrug in self pity or to ignore
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Instead the helpless ration chances to the poor
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We pick your weightless body up from the floor
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We pick your weightless body up from the floor
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All the minutes, and the hours that you caressed
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Have been taken to a place that you thought best
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If it's heaven or it's hell you're still well blessed
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And I shall get my own back when I can call you rest
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Well you certainly jumped the red at treasure chest
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Your joyride didn't feel bad enough to confess
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Till you placed the lemming on this family crest
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And you can call me leisure, the donor of poor measure
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The scalpel of all pleasure, I'll call you rest
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It's what we thought God gave us shoulders for
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Not to shrug in self pity or to ignore
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Instead the helpless ration chances to the poor
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We pick your weightless body up from the floor
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We pick your weightless body up from the floor
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Up from the floor, up from the floor, up from the floor
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You Can Call Me Leisure
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| The Beautiful South |
