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So she washed her cut in the sink |
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And picked up an ulcer along the way |
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Down to the bay, where i did stay |
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I was nineteen |
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And so were we to be beating twenty |
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Without her clothes |
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She looked like a leper in the snow |
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I left her in the snow without her clothes |
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My movements were slow |
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Long, she didn't even know |
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What she was taking away |
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We didn't talk much |
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Oh, it must have shown |
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She must have known |
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The next day, she never called me again |
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The day after that, she gave me a call |
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She was all drunk |
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Her words came slow |
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Oh, i didn't even know what i had |
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I'm taking away |
