If lust and longing
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were all we knew
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and love was kissing on the roof in view
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of the office workers
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and their camera phones
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my heart would pump to let you know
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that you can take this song
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if it's any good at all
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hide it somewhere
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when your new love calls
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and if he asks if he hears music playing
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tell him its the rattling of old bolts and chains
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that held your heart in
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and now you're starting
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to forget you ever knew me
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you won't let me in
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If lust and longing
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were all we knew
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and you were someone special
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and I was too
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would you take this song
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put it on your wall
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hide it somewhere
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when your lover calls
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and if he asks if that's music playing
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tell him about the rattling of old bolts and chains
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When it was so simple
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like it was long ago
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and you could fall in love with
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everyone you know
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and consume the songs
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like D N A
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cut me open
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to hear what I'd say
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or pierce my skin
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with your arrow and bow
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St. Sebastian could tell you what
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he knows about that
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and how it feels
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oh
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ooh let me in
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she says "break the rules now,
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talk like you've got nothing to lose
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don't dance with nobody else"
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and he's drunk at the wheel again
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rumoured to be somewhere
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with a monster smile that's way too tight
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let me tell you what i know
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she's got to leave this alone oh
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to find a way out of here
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she can still make it home
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now we both know longing
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how it gets under your skin
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then i saw you making eyes into him
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well you could take me over, take it off,
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close that distance and smash that door
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beat me up, or take my car
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one last time before you crawl
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up when your lover calls
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under the bed when his bullet falls
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and if he asks if he hears music playing
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tell him its the rattling of old bolts and chains
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you've got to do it now
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coz let me in
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let me in
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let me in
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She fixes studs on to her ballet shoes
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walks like she's got nothing to loose
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still she cannot just look at no-one else
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while in the basement there's dirt on his knees
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trembling to see what she'll revealed
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when everybody has gone home
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let me tell you what i know
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we could just leave this alone
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and find our way out of here
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we could just make it
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Her arrows are flying they don't hit their target and
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she's in her basement crying
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she can't give this
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much of a fuck again
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Now she'll go to another with Clergerie heels on
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dance with hil to the beat of this song
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teach him that the beast must earn his horns
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And me I'm just another number, son of generation kill,
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with theses days there's too much time to kill
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And If I see her, I'll tell her you say hi
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Monster Boots
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