I can see it in your eyes now
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You have come to resent me
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Condescension in the silence
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Your fingers are tired, girl
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How they falter against my thigh
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Your kisses are pinning the lips of someone else
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Your visits getting shorter
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Your heart is getting farther from me
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Your touch is getting colder
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Away somewhere you need to be
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Boys in blue blazers, boys on motor bikes
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Boys in your math class, who'll do anything you ask
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You're pulling the trigger and the gun is in my mouth
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A subtle annoyance laced with disgust
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When you get older and all those boys grow tired of you
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You can come find me, I can never hate you
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Your visits getting shorter
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Your heart is getting farther from me
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Your touch is getting colder
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Away somewhere you need to be
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Boys on your left side, boys on your right
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Boys by your locked who'll do anything you ask
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Let's spend the whole day in bed then
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'Cause if we don't, you'll want to, want to leave
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I try to hold something I can
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I try to hold something I can never keep
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Your visits getting shorter
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Your heart is getting farther from me
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Your touch is getting colder
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Away somewhere you need to be
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Boys on your left side, boys on your right
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Boys by your locked, who'll do anything you ask
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Your Visits Are Getting Shorter
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| Bloc Party |
