Turn your eyes to me
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I am watching every move you make
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What should I wear today on my sleeve?
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Let's take a step and move away
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Underground is where we'll stay
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For a while
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[Chorus:]
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I will mix my tongue with strings and drums
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And give my soul away
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Can you hear them come?
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Strings and drums
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You're my mystery
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You are always at my fingertips
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Without you I'm just bones and skin
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I will lick your cuts and be your bruise
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Until I fade from deepest blue
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Into white
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[Chorus]
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I will change my words from nouns to verbs
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And never be ashamed
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Can you hear them come?
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Strings and drums
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I am writing myself clean
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I am selling myself cheap
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I am aching for a touch or a taste
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And I'm aching, aching, aching now
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I'm holding, holding, holding out
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I'm calling, calling, calling out to you
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[Chorus]
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Strings and drums
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[Chorus]
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I will change my words from nouns to verbs
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And never be ashamed
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Can you hear them come?
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Strings and drums
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Strings and drums
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Strings And Drums
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| Kisschasy |
