Your lips are darker than before
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and the bags under your eyes are blacker than they were
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and there's something different about your skin
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and nobody knows how you got home last night
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Your lips are darker than before
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and the bags under your eyes are blacker than they were
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and there's something different about your skin
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and nobody knows how you got home last night
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Your bones are making me feel weary and when you speak
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I can't hear a word that you say
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Your bones are making me feel weary and when you speak
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I can't hear a word that you say
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and nobody knows how you got home last night
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And still no one knows how you got home last night
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If there were three old dances we could dance maybe
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Three old songs that we could sing maybe
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everything could be alright
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But i keep trippin' up the steps and there are just some words I forget
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and the tunes are fuzzy in my mind
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And nobody knows how you got home last night
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still nobody knows how you got home
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And my brain hurts and my soul is aching
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and i'm not sure if my heart can take it
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And my brain hurts and my soul does ache and I
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I have never felt this much pain
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And my brain hurts and my sould does ache and I think my heart's about to break
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And nobody knows how you got home last night
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Still, no one knows how you got home last night
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Old Dances
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| Kate Nash |
