Well there were seven years between us
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Seems that all my friends were right
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That we can't survive on your bedroom eyes
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And a Spanish guitar
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When we started this it was paradise
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Not just Bethnal Green
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And it's just not right, this waiting game
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Making a cuckold of me
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I can be as cruel as you, fighting fire with firewood
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I can be as cruel as you, fighting lies with lies
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(If you need time)
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And it's just not like me to lash out
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But enough is enough
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Tell me what the others can do
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That I can't?
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Translucent and sun-bleached skin
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Yeah, when did you get so L.A.?
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How can you desert me after
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All we've been through?
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Stuck on a dream that somewhere is better
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You'll be the one missing out
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I can be as cruel as you...
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If you need time (time)
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I can be as cruel as you...
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One Month Off
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| Bloc Party |
