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Badman's woman with that look in her eye |
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You stop to wonder as she passes by |
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Something inside you is never the same |
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Something outside you is always to blame |
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Follow her home where she lives with some friends |
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They have some good things to add to the blend |
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The games expanded, invaded the place |
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You're the only one who's forgotten his face |
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You're saying no no no i must be on my way |
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But it really has been a pleasant night |
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And you go so slow hope they'll ask you to stay |
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And indifference gives you a fright |
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Walking outside you come to a door |
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You go inside and you wonder what for |
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At least it's good to be out of the wind |
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You turn around and the clocks all begin |
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Just like the winter your memory thaws |
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Just like the ocean your memory pours |
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So many pieces to match or to find |
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So many doubts to have in one mind |
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It's hard to see how the tables have turned |
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It's hard to see how the people have learned |
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It's hard to watch the past drizzling past |
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It's hard to watch them picking the cast |
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And it stacks up badly that it never makes sense |
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You sense that sensation is who's paying the rent |
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And she beckons to you with her fingers and lies |
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She says: can't you slice the price of your paradise |