You take your white finger
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Slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer
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Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties
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And I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes, find the eyes
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Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
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You must follow, leave this academic factory
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You will find me in the matinee
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The dark of the matinee
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It's better in the matinee
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The dark of the matinee is mine
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Yes it's mine
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I time every journey to bump into you, accidentally
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I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate
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All the girls I hate
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All the words I hate
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All the clothes I hate
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How I'll never be anything I hate
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You smile, mention something that you like
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How you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like
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Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
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You must follow, leave this academic factory
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You will find me in the matinee
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The dark of the matinee
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It's better in the matinee
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The dark of the matinee is mine
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Yes it's mine
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So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it
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What I made is unclear now, but his deference is and his laughter is
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My words and smile are so easy now
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Yes, It's easy now
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Yes, It's easy now
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Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
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You must follow, leave this academic factory
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You will find me in the matinee
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The dark of the matinee
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It's better in the matinee
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The dark of the matinee is mine
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Yes it's mine
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The Dark Of The MatinA¨Ïe
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Franz Ferdinand |