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There at the stairs I got aware I had no words left to hide in No no movies left to die in Oh, no No faces left For crying Ay, don't you dare To curl up on me now She said I know the face I know your ways I know your kind I know you're leaving Anyhow Well don't you know that I notice All the cards you dropped in my way I used to be Bbc Long before you met me If you want to fell the Bbc Feel free to take a walk with me I'm on the floor I was before the music blew away the fences And senses, oh... Flew out the door Descending Into the streets And into a car Beggin' the driver to crank up the track And I know I will be back It's just a matter of walking Let the (?) be drawn by your feet I used to be Bbc Long before she met me If you want to feel the Bbc Let's take a walk and tell me what you see