| This deja-vu feeling I know quite well
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| This psychic confusion, this living hell
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| A cosmic connection with someone somewhere
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| Is coming from your direction, I swear, I swear
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| And I’ve been running all this time
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| And I’m running out of places to go
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| And I am, oh, so sick and tired
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| Of every face that I know
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| Everything I do
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| Everything I say
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| Everything in my head
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| Every night, every day
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| I’ve been east, I’ve been west
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| I’ve been north, I’ve been south
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| I feel your arms, I hear your voice
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| I feel your hands, I kiss your mouth
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| And I am walking in London
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| And you are watching me walk
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| Talking Italian
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| And you are hearing me talk
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| Singing in Sydney
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| And you were sitting right there
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| Feeling you in me
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| Everywhere, everywhere
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| An invisible touch on the back of my neck
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| Fingerprints lingering, warm breath
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| I’m either going insane or I’m a human wire
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| Receiving a signal, desire, desire
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| And I’ve been running all this time
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| And I’m running out of places to go
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| And I am, oh, so sick and tired
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| Of every face that I know
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| Everything I do
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| Everything I say
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| Everything in my head
|
| Every night, every day
|
| I’ve been east, I’ve been west
|
| I’ve been north, I’ve been south
|
| I feel your arms, I hear your voice
|
| I feel your hands, I kiss your mouth
|
| And I’m walking in London
|
| And you are watching me walk
|
| Talking Italian
|
| And you are hearing me talk
|
| Singing in Sydney
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| And you were sitting right there
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| And I’m feeling you in me
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| Everywhere, everywhere |