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five bottles
five bottles of wine
three days of sleep
mascara black pillow
dirty sheets
a tate worthy masterpiece
ashtray heaves by the empty tin
on the unmade bed to rival tracey emin
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shut the door and close the blinds
block out time and what's outside
draw the curtain's don't let in light
soaking in sadness
I'll bathe in despair
hopelessly devoted
to a man unaware
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chorus
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well it's you, it's you,
it's always been you
well it's you it's you,
it's always been you...
if she's not all she cracks up to be
would there be space in your heart for me?
cause it's you, it's you it's always been you
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well I was a fool to let you in
like a creepy crawlie
you're under my skin
creepin' creepin' creepin'
creepin' creepin' creepin' on in
soaking in sadness, I'll bathe in despair
hopelessly devoted to a man unaware
​
chorus
​
well it's you, it's you,
it's always been you
well it's you it's you,
it's always been you...
if she's not all she cracks up to be
would there be space in your heart for me?
cause it's you, it's you it's always been you
​
five bottles of wine
three days of sleep
I could sleep for a week
mascara black pillow
dirty sheets
a tate worthy master piece
ashtray heaves by the empty tin
oh what a state I am in
on the unmade bed to rival tracey emin
​
well it's you, it's you
it's always been you
well it's you, it's you
it's always been you
​
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