It's been seven hours long
And your shadow still hangs on
You've been two weeks gone
And so tonight I followed you home
There are so many different ways
Of colecting all the strays
The ones that get away
Old fascinations we crave
New sensations
Old fascination
It's feeding my frustrations
It's feeding my frustrations
And I haven't got the patience
These sheets are still warm
This bed is our only home
We make arrangements over the phone
Where has all the conversation gone
There are so many different ways
Of colecting all the strays
The ones that get away
Old fascinations we crave
New sensations
Old fascination
It's feeding my frustrations
It's feeding my frustrations
And I haven't got the patience
Frustrations
Sensations
And fascinations
And fascinations
Frustrations
Sensations
And fascinations
And fascinations
Old fascination
New sensations
Old fascination
New sentsations
Old fascinations we crave
New sensations
Old fascination
It's feeding my frustrations |
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