( Miles Hunt )
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It was warm when we met
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She said 'boy you'd regret it
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Should you ever leave my side'
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It was cold when I split
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My heart had turned to shit
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And I was having 'that' trouble with my mind
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I said 'girl I'll call you tomorrow'
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She said 'yeah, you & Benecio del Toro'
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But you're such a lucky girl
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To have been a part of my sick world
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And I leave with no sickness or sorrow
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But ooohhh if I ever missed a beat it was yours
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ooohhh if I ever missed a beat it was yours
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You're four to the floor
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Well I thought if I stayed then
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We'd both get waylaid
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And our hearts & hopes would swallow us whole
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Yeah they may mock & joke
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But they could never call us nervous folk
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Not for the way we chose go on
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Cos girl we could beg, steal & borrow
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And drink like our legs have gone hollow
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And I'm such a lucky man
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To've been the one to understand
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I leave with no sickness or sorrow
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Four To The Floor
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| Carina Round |
