Clean White Love

Lisa Mitchell

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    I left the keys in the car
    I left the door ajar
    I didn't want to be alone

    These are the days and the nights
    Of these sweet humbling heights
    And I know it used to be home

    Whisk me away
    I'll be yours for a day
    In heavenly fields which we roam

    A woah ah oh you're my clean white love
    A woah ah oh you're my clean white love
    What are you doing?
    What you doing, what ya doing to me?
    What are you doing to my head?

    A woah ah oh you're my clean white love
    A woah ah oh you're too clean white love.
    I give my heart on the morning of November 6th
    Oh, everybody's looking for a fix

    Hey...

    Sell me a sign
    I'll cut the telephone line
    Just to keep the quotations alive

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    Oh you're bleeding me dry
    But the feeling is blind
    And I know you're looking divine.

    Sell me it straight
    Oh, it might be too late
    Keep on breaking the rules

    Oh...
    A woah ah oh you're my clean white love
    A woah ah oh you're too clean white love
    What are you doing?
    What you doing, what ya doing to me?
    What are you doing to my head?

    A woah ah oh you're my clean white love
    A woah ah oh you're too clean white love.
    I give my heart on the morning of November 6th
    Oh, everybody's looking for a fix

    Oh.... Oh a oh....

    And this love is diseased
    there's a cure
    I need that medicine
    To get to the core

    Remember this place
    It's left to the fates
    It's is true, it's kind to be cruel

    Oh...
    A woah ah oh you're my clean white love
    A woah ah oh you're too clean white love
    What are you doing?
    What you doing, what ya doing to me?
    What are you doing to my head?

    A woah ah oh you're my clean white love
    A woah ah oh you're too clean white love.
    What are you doing?
    What you doing, what ya doing to me?
    What are you doing to my head?

    A woah ah oh you're my clean white love
    A woah ah oh you're too clean white love.
    What are you doing?
    What you doing, what ya doing to me?
    What are you doing to my head?

    In my heart on the morning of November 6th
    Oh, everybody's looking for a fix

    Ohhh... ah ohhh......

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    Composition: Crispin Hunt and Lisa Mitchell

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