Shut your mouth, and watch my lips,
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Can you feel her healing finger tips,
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Coming down, on you like rain,
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So tell me now where do we remain,
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Over my shoulder it goes,
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Back to a bar, we both used to know.
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I used to work, night and day,
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Nobody listened to a word I'd say,
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I didn't care who knew me then,
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and someone stupid asked if we were friends, well,
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Over my shoulder it goes,
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and where it lands, I don't want to know
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Shut your mouth, and watch my lips,
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Can you feel her healing finger tips,
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Coming down, on you like rain,
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Tell me now where do we remain,
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Over my shoulder it goes,
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Back to a bar, we both used to know.
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Over my shoulder it goes,
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and where it lands, I don't want to know
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Over My Shoulder
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I Am Kloot |