Well you know what I mean
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But you just don't know that you know and it's starting to kill you
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Well there's a thousand heartbreaks dead at your door
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And they wouldn't take money to be you
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Lazy old girl caught in the swirl of lasts nightsi¢¯¨ö invitation
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You make me want to gnaw on a bone
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And my jaw is in very much need of attention
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I'm sorry my dear but your future's unclear
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And I don't have time to love you
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There's a dirty old ghost making the most
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Dying on the floor above you
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I speculate on why you look great
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I never was good with words
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But you spent half the time looking behind
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And I spent it looking forwards
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La la...
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Well the stars were pink and the knickers were few
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And the whole place smelled of boredom
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And you would've gone home with the prettiest boy
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Well you would've but you couldn't afford him
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In sixteen months you've only smiled once
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And you didn't need an invitation
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You fell up the stairs the wrong way round
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But I didn't have the heart to mention
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I'm sorry my dear but your future's unclear
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And I don't have time to love you
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There's a dirty old ghost making the most
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Dying on the floor above you
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I speculate on why you look great
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I never was good with words
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But you spent half the time looking behind
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And I spent it looking forwards
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La la...
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Moriarty's Last Stand
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The Fratellis |