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Snatch

from Antipodes by Detectives

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When I split you up I think I rather stay
Don't go home hang out with me
I'm hardly in love but does that mean I can not waste all my thoughts all over you?
All planes makes nausea show itself at night
Always wanted to see something other than my lonely bed
We're not two we're one if really try.

Afraid to under estimate lungs
Show up allright and make you come
Don't wanna become that rude cunt next to me planes sporting a crash suit
Crooked steps wobbling home in the city we always loathed but somehow accepted in a breath.

Sure gets colder and I try to keep you warm
Blankets drenched in sweat you lubricate
I feel so silly typing little metaphors next time I see you I will tell you out load
And I feel your pulse and well I feel an itch

So scratch it back just to see if it has always been this way
I'm not surprised it seemed to great last time I sneak peaked on you
Maybe if we bumped into each other would it mess things up?
Well I hope so - prolly not - but I hope so.

PLADDER

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from Antipodes, released October 8, 2014

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