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High up in the sky on a lonely weather eye
I was caught in your terminal wind
I tried to recognise a plausible surprise but I was caught in the laughter and the happiness of sin
Stoned in a glasshouse, thrown to the water where the crooks and the immigrants live
I asked the universe because the universe says yes but have I ruined every chance that I get
I tried not to remember the poison in December honey how could I forget
I'm bending over backwards again
I'm second and you're first to the end
I'm 9-8 and you're 10/10
I'm shooting into oblivion
Oh
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Smells like you've been shooting my gun
Without an invitation
I travelled to the exit, I don't know the answer I don't know the question
I'm bending over backwards again
I'm bending over backwards again
I'm bending over backwards again
I'm bending over backwards again
I'm second and you're first to the end
I'm bending over backwards again
I'm second and you're first to the end
I'm bending over backwards again
I'm second and you're first to the end honey
I'm bending over backwards again