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That was the last time |
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I ever saw her |
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Through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows |
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I walked past and kept on walking |
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And lit a smoke with my hands shaking |
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And she was something else |
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She was something else |
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A few summers ago |
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We spent weeks in her room |
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Just having sex and listening to jazz |
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And that was the life |
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I didn't know at the time |
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I didn't know at the time |
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She was something |
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She was something else |
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She was something |
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She was something else |
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Blinds drawn at twelve noon |
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With daylight pouring through |
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Projecting lines on her body |
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Blinds drawn at twelve noon |
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With daylight pouring through |
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Projecting lines on her body |
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Blinds drawn at twelve noon |
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With daylight pouring through |
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She was something |
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She was something else |
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She was something |
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She was something else |
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Move on, move on, move on |
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Smoke your smoke and move on |
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Move on, move on, move on |
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Smoke your smoke and move on |
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She was something |
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She was something else |
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She was something |
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She was something else |
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She was something else |
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She was something else |
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She was something else |
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She was something else |
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I should go back to |
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See if she's still there |
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Standing like a statue |
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I should go back to |
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See if she's still there |
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Standing like a statue |
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I should go back to |
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See if she's still there |
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Standing like a statue |
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I should go back to |
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See if she's still there |
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Standing like a statue |
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I should go back to |
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See if she's still there |
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Standing like a statue |
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I should go back to |
