On a night like this I deserve to get kissed at least once or twice
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You come over to my place screaming blue murder, needing someplace to hide.
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Well, I wish you'd keep quiet,
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Imaginations run riot,
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In these paper-thin walls.
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And when the place comes ablaze with a thousand dropped names
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I don't know who to call.
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But I got a friend over there in the government block
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And he knows the situation and he's taking stock,
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I think I'll call him up now
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Put him on the spot, tonight.
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They saw me there in the square when I was shooting my mouth off
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About saving some fish.
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Now could that be construed as some radical's views or some liberals' wish.
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And it's so hot outside,
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And the air is so sweet,
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And when the pressure drop is heavy I don't wanna hear you speak.
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You know most killing is committed at 90 degrees.
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When it's too hot to breathe
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And it's too hot to think.
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There's always someone looking at you.
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S-s-s-s-someone.
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They're looking at you.
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And I wish you'd stop whispering.
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Don't flatter yourself, nobody's listening.
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Still it makes me nervous, those things you say.
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You may as well
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Shout it from the roof
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Scream it from your lungs
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Spit it from you mouth
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It could fall on deaf ears to indulge in your fears
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There's a spy in the sky
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There's a noise on the wire
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There's a tap on the line
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And for every paranoid's desire...
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There's always Someone looking at you.
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S-s-s-s-someone looking at you...
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They're always looking at you.
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(written by Bob Geldof)
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(taken from the album "The fine art of surfacing")
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Someone's Looking At You
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Boomtown Rats |