If I'm talking to you at the back of the club
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Why does he walk past me?
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And why does he rub his shoulder past mine
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Is it to let me know that he's here
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Whisper in his ear, from me I don't care
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I can't believe that that is what he thinks of you
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That I would click my fingers tell you to jump
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And thats what you do I think he needed to trust you
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A little bit more
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But I will walk over there and make his head sore
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[humming]
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Is he really threatened by the presence of me
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He won't let you walk or talk
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He won't let you see what I've got in my pocket for you
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And think that you'd love to
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An Ex Is An Ex For A Reason
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| The Courteeners |
