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You're adamant
So loose-limbed I give in
Although your bed is warm,
the worn springs the creak of regret
And *** is the thief who steals away while we were sleeping
Now you're doing my head in
The lines, the blinds are drawn
We are intimate strangers
I'm reborn, its a false dawn
Where we've been - I forget
And Saturday's fuss is just small town *** it's me I'm cheaten
Now you're doing my head in
And Saturday's fuss is just small town *** it's me I'm cheaten
Now you're doing my head in
Now you're doing my head in
