I cannot say ¡®oh sweetness¡¯
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like he could
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and I cannot play a lullaby
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like it should
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I¡¯ll give you all night movie marathon
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and a triple expresso so you can stay awake
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it might be late - but
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it¡¯s never too late for that lovin
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my sexy babe
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I used to cry but now I have to laugh
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because she¡¯s got that torment
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to a fine art
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smart like a foxy
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and craf-ty-as-a-cat
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i¡¯m looking up
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as i¡¯m lying on my back
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bite the beast
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if i want a big piece of the pie
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but she¡¯s taken the feast
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in the blink of an eye
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I can-not-jus-ti-fy
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what¡¯s going on
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- it feels so right
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when it seems so wrong
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like a plot hatched
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in the sweet spot of that trap
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- ask what she¡¯s schemes
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she say ¡®oh this and that¡¯
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then she snaps like a camera
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in black with a flash
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puts the drum in the drama
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the hand in the clap
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she¡¯s a map with no bearings
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attached - no
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safety-in-this-match
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fire you can¡¯t catch
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then zap I was struck by that
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bolt before dawn
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then by breakfast honey
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we was signed and sworn
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I¡¯ll give you all night movie marathon
|
and a triple expresso so you can stay awake
|
it might be late - but
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it¡¯s never too late for that lovin
|
my sexy babe
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something always telling me
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¡®save prayers before dawn¡¯
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cos what happens when I¡¯m with you
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makes me shake my head then smile and yawn
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I¡¯m worn out but I¡¯m beaming
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and it seems that we are dreamy
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as we head out through that strange old morning door
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This game is no game
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but it¡¯s played all the same
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and I love it even
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if it makes me deranged
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it¡¯s like tears in the rain
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burning spears in my brain
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cause me pain sometimes
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make me drained
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but I cannot complain
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- mad the ugly good and bad
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had some happy with my sad
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and some tricks in my bag
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when it¡¯s up run a muck
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like a bull that just bucked
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when it¡¯s down it¡¯s a drag
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and you fight with no partner to tag
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- at times I would dive in the sea
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to escape from the rising
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and crashing malea
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drink tea with a fat fish
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and find a golden key
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then rise to the surface
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and open my baby
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and maybe she¡¯d say ¡®we are crazy¡¯
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the two of us together like melbourne weather
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be like balls in a maze see
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we rolling along in obcurity
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but when we meet in the middle
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say mmm it¡¯s a treat
|
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I¡¯ll give you all night movie marathon
|
and a triple expresso so you can stay awake
|
- it might be late but
|
it¡¯s never too late for that lovin
|
my sexy babe
|
something always telling me
|
¡®save your prayers before dawn¡¯
|
cos what happens when I¡¯m with you
|
makes me shake my head then smile and yawn
|
I¡¯m worn out but I¡¯m beaming
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and it seems that we are dreamy
|
as we head out through that strange old morning door
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I used to laugh
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but now I have to cry
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because today my baby tell me
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that it¡¯s time to say goodbye
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ask her ¡®why what did I do?
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You and me we were so sly¡¯
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then she sigh ¡®that¡¯s true
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we were slinky through and through
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but it¡¯s sad and it¡¯s set
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I get high then I get depressed
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and I guess when we¡¯re together
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it¡¯s that happy kind of stress¡¯
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touching left right down
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kiss my finger I reply
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¡®I can¡¯t deny you were the best
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and by the best I mean the mess you made
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I must confess I never
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met-a-more sexy maid
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that smell like me
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so bless your wayward ways
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and loving craze and crazy days
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and things you¡¯de say
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and looks you made
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you¡¯re not the queen of hearts
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you¡¯re the queen of spades
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and you¡¯de take my breath away
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any day that way
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so anyway is this the end?
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Is this the fifth act of the play?
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I kissed her then I turned
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and was about to walk away
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when I sense a little tingle
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that begin down from below
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then I hear her with a whisper
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¡®you¡¯re the most gullible man I know¡¯
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The Lullaby
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| The Cat Empire |
