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So we turned off the tube and we crawled to your room
leaving discarded clothes in our way
and we both had some fun, though I twice bit my tongue
and it lasted too long for my taste
and there’s this nagging suspicion that won’t leave me alone tonight
its just that everything I try to do, nothing seems to turn out right


A wink and a wave and your off to your family’s
I sit and watch as the taxis lights distantly fade
I guess I always thought it’d end this way