to moonn6epnce from shootingstar(papayeverte)
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Thought I saw you in the battleship
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but it was only a look a like
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She was nothing but a vision trick
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Under the warning light
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She was close, close enough to be your ghost
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But my chances turned to toast
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When i asked her if i could call her your name
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I thought i saw you in the rusty hook
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Huddled up in wicker chair
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I wandered up for a closer look
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And kissed who ever was sitting there
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She was close, and she held me very tightly
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Till i asked awfully politely, please
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Can i call you her name
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And i elongated my lift home,
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Yeah i let him go the long way round
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I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
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And kept my shortcuts to myself
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I thought I saw you in the parrots beak
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Messing with the smoke alarm
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It was too loud for me to hear her speak
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And she had a broken arm
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It was close, so close that the walls were wet
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And she wrote it out in letraset
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No you can't call me her name
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Tell me where's your hiding place
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I'm worried i'll forget your face
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And i've asked everyone
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And i'm beginning to think i imagined you all along
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I elongated my lift home
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Yeah i let him go the long way round
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I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
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And kept my shortcuts to myself
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I saw your sister in the cornerstone
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On the phone to the middle man
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When i saw that she was on her own
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I thought she might understand
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She was close, well you couldn't get much closer
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She said i'm really not supposed to but yes,
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You can call me anything you want
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Cornerstone
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Arctic Monkeys |