Poke at my iris,
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why can't I cry about this?
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Maybe there is something that you know that I don't.
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We adopt brand new language,
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communicate through pursed lips,
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And you try not to put on any sexy clothes or graces.
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I might never catch a mouse
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and present it in my mouth,
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To make you feel you're with someone who deserves to be with you.
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But there's one thing we've got going
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and it's the only thing worth knowing,
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It's got lots to do with magnets and the pull of the moon.
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Why won't our love keel over as it chokes on a bone?
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And we can mourn its passing
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and then bury it in snow.
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Or should we kick its cunt in
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and watch as it dies from bleeding?
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If you don't want to be with me just say and I will go.
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Oooh
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Well we can change our partners
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this is a progressive dance but
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Remember it was me who dragged you up to the sweaty floor.
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Well this has been a reel
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I've got shin-splints and a stitch from we,
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But like a drunken night it's the best bits that are coloured in.
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You should look through some old photos,
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I adored you in every one of those.
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If someone took a picture of us now they'd need to be told,
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That we had ever clung and tied
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a navy knot with arms at night.
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I'd say she was his sister but she doesn't have his nose.
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And now we're unrelated and rid of all the shit we hated,
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But I hate when I feel like this
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and I never hated you.
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Oooh
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Poke
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Frightened Rabbit |