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Hide you from my eyes Too many people that I probably despise Just give me around And I will fabricate a reason for their times Your modest humour inbetween ... But your leisure eyes are burning now your record isn't clean Come from in a flat But next to you we'll feel unsaintly and we're tacked Me you took unclean And I refuse cos I prefer the outward scene Your modest humour inbetween And the very fact you're hanging round suggests you might be keen It's just that I watch you lying and it feels like spying We maybe loved once but we are disturbed ones Tries, but left me bare To all the witnessing of what I knew was there I make no excuse Just give me ... trinity and I'll make use Your modest humour inbetween But your leisure eyes are burning now your record isn't clean It's just that I watch you mess up and I clear what's left up Is this rehearsal before our reversal? From Letras Mania