I´m going back to 505,
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If its a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive,
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In my imagination you´re waiting lying on your side,
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With your hands between your thighs,
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Stop and wait a sec,
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Oh when you look at me like that my darling,
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What did you expect,
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I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck,
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Or I did last time I checked,
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Not shy of a spark,
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A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark,
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Frightened by the bite though its no harsher than the bark,
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Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start,
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I´m going back to 505,
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If its a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive,
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In my imagination you´re waiting lying on your side,
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With your hands between your thighs,
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But I crumble completely when you cry,
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It seems like once again you´ve had to greet me with goodbye,
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Im always just about to go and spoil a surprise,
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Take my hands off of your eyes too soon,
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I´m going back to 505,
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If its a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive,
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In my imagination you´re waiting lying on your side,
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With your hands between your thighs and a smile!
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505 - Arctic Monkeys
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