Radio through my car window
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Mouths make shapes
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Hullos that look like violence
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We pull out
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And here the traffic waltzes
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Slow, quick, go
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Move over you say:
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Pre-chorus:
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How does anybody get to work like this
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Can anybody tell me does it work like this?
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Chorus:
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I remember when the world was a little girl
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Every corner turned leading back to her
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Flowing like a stream on a rolling stone
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Certain there was nothing changing
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Heel to toe,
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We throw our forward roll and hope
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Something somewhere is catching
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Spill onto a boulevard
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I lose my grip of you
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Move with me I say
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Pre-chorus:
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How does anybody get to work like this
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Can anybody tell me does it work like this?
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Chorus:
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I remember when the world was a little girl
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Every corner turned leading back to her
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Flowing like a stream round a rolling stone
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Dream that I was never changing
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Changing
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And in every face I should chance to meet
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I¡¯m looking for the one that could still ?lace me
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Any corner turned back for her
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Dream that we were never changing
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Changeling
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| Alison Moyet |
