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Wake up We can't sleep in I'm warm and my heart just beeped again Your ear against my skin I'll telephone all my friends and you write the sound down Bare feet on cold air floor Coerced us to dance with sideways morning hair And then back into the bedroom glow Trace your lips and check you out And fall asleep again to the audio of a foreign film I'm learning your sounds now I'm no use in a hostile world that hides me from the sound Bending tones through terrible phones There's a pulsing noise when they jam our codes Prepaid phonio It's a shame about us they way they spread us out It's the worst part It's the worst part dear when you're not in zone I'm blinding eyes and you're an optical tone I could use gears to grind out a road But the story starts when I gain some control From Letras Mania