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 So her fingers ran away with themselves 
'till everything was documented 
Our mind it was reaching out 
To put into words what their bodies had done. 
They lie together, oh... 
Oil on water 
And they lie upon her, oh... 
Someone's daughter. 
It's a catalogue of modern mistakes 
Her words and legs wrapped around each man 
Leaving stories like digital crumbs 
As she turns these nights into literature. 
They lie together, oh... 
Oil on water 
And they lie upon her, oh... 
Someone's daughter. 
When they leave she sets about writing down 
Awkward body games all over town 
Warm affection runs through every word 
We're screens away but we're laughing with her. 
They lie together, oh... 
Oil on water 
And they lie upon her, oh... 
Someone's daughter. 
They lie upon her, oh... 
Oil on water. 
            
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