Tear that trickles from your eye to your ear
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Like a pinball machine
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Arm that melts over me
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Like Salvador's dream
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Light that spits across the ceiling
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'Cos someone burst the stitches on the curtain of night
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Maybe it's all about sowing my seed
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But subject to conditions and not while you bleed
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I follow you at a distance
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Bounced through others eyes
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Like a pinball machine
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Dressed as Mr. Walker
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But in disguise
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I could have been a contender
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But instead I'm content with
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The gin and tonic dressing gown I lament
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One night only
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The great and the glory
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Let's see if it sticks
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You still love me
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I believe
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If push came you'd shove me
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I believe you share my bed
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You share the blame
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I believe
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Pinball Machine
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| Bell X1 |
