I'll get my feelings out
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I don't care where or how
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I know I said begone
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Well I'm searching for you now
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Your feet, they never found
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A firm hold on the ground
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Your eyes are burning up
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And I need to calm you down
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I don't want you to the bone
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I just need to lay down with soft skin clothes
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To my own
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The rattled stones had found
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I stumbled to the ground
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The houses up above
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And the way you pin me down
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I promise, lord I can
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Let me be my true love's man
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I'll pack her up and run to a quiet seaside town
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I don't want you to the bone
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I just need to lay down with soft skin clothes
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To my own
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Until my true love's home
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To The Bone
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| Bombay Bicycle Club |
