We were beautifully skint, we washed our clothes in the sink, we
used to eat tinned fruit, debate the drugs that we shoot. And all the things
that we do, and all the things that we do, I wanna take off with you, I wanna
take off with you.
We would fade out
of sight, disappear with the night, and your words don’t wash, despite you
shampoo gloss. And all the things that we do, and all the things that we do, I
wanna take off with you, I wanna take off with you.
Mez/Mick
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