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Look at this, we're running out of room on the bathroom wall They've got us covered and there's no space at all And would you decorate it with the lipstick that you stole, and I've been the best girl in the world Try again, you're not so far off You put your hands on me and I can't breathe It's not the touch that counts sometimes in taking you apart It's more the feeling, more the feeling, more the feeling, more the feeling Chorus There is no end of time in sight for what we started... From Letras Mania