It's that old dirty feeling
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That just will not come clean
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Like eating digestives
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After brushing your teeth
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And it's staining your fingers
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And it's under your nails
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It's eating you insides
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Is it shame? Is it guilt?
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You can't just run away
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Run a thousand miles a day
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'Cause you've been burning the candle at one end again
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No you can't just run away
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Run a thousand miles a day
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Oh come on
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Shut your mouth and open your eyes
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It's that soaring sensation
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That you choose to ignore
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When you swear that it's over
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Ah you just want it more
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And the memories take journeys
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And the past seems so full
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But the photos you flick throgh
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Seem so achingly dull
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No you can't just run away
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Run a thousand miles a day
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'Cause you've been burning the candle at one end again
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No you can't just run away
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Run a thousand miles a day
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Oh come on
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Shut your mouth and open your eyes
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You can't just run away
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Run a thousand miles a day
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'Cause you've been burning the candle at one end again
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No you can't just run away
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Run a thousand miles a day
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Oh come on
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Shut your mouth and open your eyes
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Shut you mouth and
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Open your eyes
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Shut you mouth and
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Open your eyes
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Shut you mouth and
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Open your eyes
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Oh come on
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Shut your mouth
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Shut Your Mouth
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| The Ordinary Boys |
