I¡¯ll press my face up to your railings
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I¡¯ll listen, you¡¯ve still got a little unused pain
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A little hurt
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A little further
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Don¡¯t burn your hand on the window
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If you just want to take in the view
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Don¡¯t you bend my wicked mind
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With your mumbo-jumbo torture
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If it¡¯s all the same to you
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It¡¯s all the same...
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Here we are, we¡¯re here forever
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We're gone tomorrow, why I might not even bother
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But you're lovely and dark
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It¡¯s getting darker now
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You press your face to my railings
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I¡¯ve still got a little unused pain
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I¡¯ll shoot you down
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With my good-luck paradox
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With my teeth and my brain
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With my teeth and my brain
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My death, it¡¯s holy and awesome
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It¡¯s as common as muck on a spade
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I¡¯m not afraid now
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I¡¯m not afraid now
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RAILINGS
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Mansun |