| If I knew her doubt was at stake, between her legs
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| And fucking catch me leaving, 'cause life’s that way
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| I’ll stay in drowned, inside her mouth
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| She’ll kiss me and she’ll sniff me and she’ll keep me around
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| Inside her purse, like a chorus and a verse
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| Neatly on some paper with a heart on down the words
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| CHORUS:
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| Roll over and touch me, angel
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| Nothing ever happens on dusty beds
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| Roll over and touch me, angel
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| Nothing ever happens on dusty beds
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| Wooden beans and gritting teeth
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| A cheque is on the freezer can you sign it for me?
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| with no ideal, no self-esteem,
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| This place is a coffin and I’m ready to leave
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| I’m drying out, yes, in and out,
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| Can’t make my fucking mind, I’d better figure it out
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| CHORUS:
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| Roll over and touch me, angel
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| Nothing ever happens on dusty beds
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| Roll over and touch me, angel
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| Nothing ever happens on dusty beds
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| CHORUS:
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| Roll over and touch me, angel
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| Nothing ever happens on dusty beds
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| Roll over and touch me, angel
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| Nothing ever happens on dusty beds
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| Nothing ever happens (happens, happens)
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| Nothing ever happens on dusty beds
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| Nothing ever happens (happens, happens)
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| Nothing ever happens on dusty beds
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| Nothing ever happens (nothing ever happens)
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| Nothing ever happens on dusty beds
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| Nothing ever happens (nothing ever happens)
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| Nothing ever happens on dusty beds |