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Maximo Park Our Earthly Pleasures

You've been, with me A year, to the day 365 days Watching me decay We used to talk about girls who play guitars We used to talk about plans in tiny

I?m not sure what they mean You?re asking for commitment When I?m somewhere in between Never, never try to guage temperature When you tend to travel at such speed It's our

depends, on the size of your purse There it is again that lock of hair that won't sit still Our earthly pleasure distract us against our will (Against our

The overlap The dyed glass The centrepiece Sewn-up Solarised A Dividing line Like a cog Standing still Follow me down this rope ladder Our bodies becoming

In a fortnight's time You will be mine I'll bide my time Your a paradime Of woman kind You could be mine I distrust myself But I've got to try I catch

You don't have to deny your urge, It doesn't make you bad. On our admission the make weight's lifted, Stop dwelling on the past. I think about the three