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As i weave my fingers round her perfumed throat, feel the pulse beneath her almost perfect wrist Suede, so i turn my attention to the bruise that s on her fist
As i weave my fingers round her perfumed throat, as she dials a number with her fingers on her phone, i can t give her what she really needs
And the sea is calling to her, and the flames are crawling round the note she wrote Wants, no i can t give her what she wants
And the keys are falling from her coat, i can t give her what she really needs
I can t give her what she really needs, as she dials a number with her fingers on her phone
It d push her away, i can t give her what she wants
so nobody can ever read the sentences she wrote
It d push her away, it d push her away, it d push her away
Flickering like fingers round the lining of her coat, and the flames are crawling round the note she wrote Her, i can t give her what she wants
As she dials a number with her fingers on her phone, and all that s left is ashes of her sorry little note, and the keys are falling from her coat
I can t give her what she wants, feel the pulse beneath her almost perfect wrist, flickering like fingers round the lining of her coat
And the sea is calling to her, it d push her away Her, and the sea is calling to her
It d push her away, and i can t give her what she wants
And the flames are crawling round the note she wrote, and the flames are crawling round the note she wrote, and i see her silhouette on every street
No i can t give her what she wants, and all that s left is ashes of her sorry little note Give, so i turn my attention to the bruise that s on her fist
Feel the pulse beneath her almost perfect wrist, it d push her away, i can t give her what she wants
i can t give her what she wants
i can t give her what she wants
And i can t give her what she wants, and i can t give her what she wants Wants, and the keys are falling from her coat
And i see her silhouette on every street, i can t give her what she really needs Suede, flickering like fingers round the lining of her coat
i can t give her what she wants
As i weave my fingers round her perfumed throat, i can t give her what she really needs
Hear the clatter of her pretty, i can t give her what she really needs She, and the flames are crawling round the note she wrote
I can t give her what she wants, so nobody can ever read the sentences she wrote
i can t give her what she wants
It d push her away, it d push her away Wants, i can t give her what she wants
I can t give her what she really needs, it d push her away, hear the clatter of her pretty
Flickering like fingers round the lining of her coat, i can t give her what she wants, i can t give her what she wants
Feel the pulse beneath her almost perfect wrist, and i see her silhouette on every street What, it d push her away
I can t give her what she really needs, no i can t give her what she wants
I can t give her what she wants, and all that s left is ashes of her sorry little note
And all that s left is ashes of her sorry little note, and i can t give her what she wants
I can t give her what she wants, no i can t give her what she wants Give, it d push her away
I can t give her what she really needs, i can t give her what she wants, i can t give her what she really needs
feel the pulse beneath her almost perfect wrist
And i see her silhouette on every street, i can t give her what she wants What, and the keys are falling from her coat
I can t give her what she really needs, no i can t give her what she wants
And all that s left is ashes of her sorry little note, and the flames are crawling round the note she wrote
And the sea is calling to her, it d push her away She, i can t give her what she wants
Flickering like fingers round the lining of her coat, and the keys are falling from her coat
so i turn my attention to the bruise that s on her fist
I can t give her what she really needs, no i can t give her what she wants
so nobody can ever read the sentences she wrote
So nobody can ever read the sentences she wrote, no i can t give her what she wants
Flickering like fingers round the lining of her coat, and all that s left is ashes of her sorry little note, feel the pulse beneath her almost perfect wrist
No i can t give her what she wants, i can t give her what she wants, flickering like fingers round the lining of her coat
it d push her away
So nobody can ever read the sentences she wrote, and i can t give her what she wants, i can t give her what she really needs