Hello sweet creature
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Won't you give me some bloodlike guarantee
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I've been listening to myself too long
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And they're making a prophet out of me
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I'm as empty as a shell can ever be
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I've been walking through the desert
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No it must have been the library
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Reading a book which once gave me hope
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Now it's making a fool out of me
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I'm as empty as a shell can ever be
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Lazy dreaming, half remembering, half remarking to myself
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Never noticed that the crowds were leaving
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Never looked for anyone else
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Now it's market day almost every day
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Yet they give away their love for free
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I'm just waiting for a ship to come
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And it's making a slave out of me
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I'm as empty as a shell can ever be
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Lazy dreaming, half remembering, half remarking to myself
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Never noticed that the crowds were leaving
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Never looked for anyone else
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Hello sweet creature
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Won't you give me some bloodlike guarantee
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I've been listening to myself too long
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I've been walking through the desert
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Must have been the library
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Shell
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| Steve Kilbey |
