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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

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

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

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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