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    There's a city filth that lingers
    All over my naked hands
    Deep into the weave of the clothes I wear
    And every step brings another
    Every hour adds some more
    Till I'm on the other side leaning on your door
    Are the taps running, darling?
    Is the air thick with steam?
    Can I find some place to cry these tears of shame?
    And every step brings another
    Every hour adds some more
    Till I'm on the other side leaning on your door
    There's a smell so sweet it's sickly
    It follows me into the room
    Hangs in the air like rotting perfume
    I never bathe in it, darling
    Got down on my hands and knees
    Got in so far, I became, well, a part of it all
    I've been wading through it
    Don't you know it's up to my neck?
    And it won't be long 'fore it's over my head
    And it's the thought of you in my mind, keeps me here.
    Thought I knew these streets, and how they turn
    Could always find my way home
    There's something there, I can't leave it alone
    The trains they run all night
    We could leave everything behind
    Just bring that dress you wore when we first met
    I know it's faded, darling
    I know it's tattered and worn
    In that dress I could never love you more
    I've been wading through it
    Don't you know it's up to my neck?
    And it won't be long 'fore it's over my head
    And I can suck it into my love, breathe it in

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    Composición: David Boulter, Alistair Macaulay, Mark Anthony Stephen Colwill, Stuart Staples, Hinchliffe Dickon James y Neil Timothy Fraser

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