You take your finger Slide the nail under the top and buttons of my blazer Relax the fraying wool, slacken and I'm Not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes, the eyes
Find me and me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave this factory find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee It's better in the matinee, the dark of the is mine, yes, it's mine
I time every journey to bump into you, I you and tell you of the boys I hate, all the girls I hate All the I hate, all the clothes I hate How never be anything I hate
You smile mention that you like Or how you'd have a happy life if you did the things you
Find me and follow me corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave this academic You'll find me in the matinee, of the matinee It's better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine, yes, it's
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Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and You must follow, leave this academic You'll find me in the matinee, dark of the better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee
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