Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
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Okay, then
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Mwaah, Voila
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Better than it's ever been
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Curled up in my brain like a wisp of smoke
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Tension's rising high I can feel it in my throat
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Hell is other people that I want to escape
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The nature of the problem is all bent out of shape
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How can I be certain that in spite of myself
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You may be the perfect partner for someone else
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After much consideration only one thing remains
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While I'm seeking pleasure I'm causing you pain
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In the not too distant future
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Someone is crying for me
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And if I'm not mistaken
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This is how I want to be
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(This is how I want to be)
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This is where I want
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Leave me as you find me in an elegant mess
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I want to feel untouchable like Elliott Ness
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I move around my senses like I'm halfway to bliss
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There are many things I've done but none of them I miss
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How can I be certain that in spite of myself
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You may be the perfect partner for someone else
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After much consideration only one thing remains
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While I'm seeking pleasure I'm causing you pain
|
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In the not too distant future
|
Someone is crying for me
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And if I'm not mistaken
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This is how I want to be
|
(This is how I want to be)
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This is where I want
|
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In the not too distant future
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Someone is crying for me
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And if I'm not mistaken
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This is how I want to be
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(This is how I want to be)
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This is how I want to be
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Yeah, he sits with his wife
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Tipping her wine
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She tells him bout her feelings inside
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Says I'm sick of the nights
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When you return with a glint in your eye
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People¡¯s the size the pesky try
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He just smiles
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He says that river's run dry
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He¡¯s finished, confined
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Babe, I'm making dinner tonight
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Her heart fills with pride
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He says go on leave, chill out leave
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He breathes and moves to the kitchen
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He's through with the bitchin'
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In fact, this evening he¡¯ll prove what she¡¯s missin
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Well in the form of a rump steak
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Containing some changes
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And via majors correct the marination
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It's like holidays require a vacation
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Yeah, okay then
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Mwaah Voila
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Better than it¡¯s ever been
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Pinch a suit and they grab a methamphetamine
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No ones down with settlin¡¯
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She projects a grin, crosses her legs and her chest starts to shrink
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She¡¯s Russian, but that means somethin¡¯
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She¡¯s loved him with silence
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She can¡¯t tell her husband she mustn¡¯t
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But she urges to touch him
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She¡¯s struggling to cope by recovery
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She leaps on the table
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Heels unstable
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He smiles and he plans he feels they¡¯re unable
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She shines and her eyes well
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He leans in and says
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Welcome to my world
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In the not too distant future
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Someone is crying for me
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And if I'm not mistaken
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This is how I want to be
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(This is how I want to be)
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This is where I want
|
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In the not too distant future
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Someone is crying for me
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And if I'm not mistaken
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This is how I want to be
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(This is how I want to be)
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This is how I want to be.
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To Be
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| Morcheeba |
