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I knew this one young girl who'd tell the trees and the grass |
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To read us all their favourite stories till we'd kiss and we'd laugh. |
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And we'd write to the Devil, tell him he's a bad influence |
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'Cause it's not worth playing God when you're the story in the making. |
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Love, love |
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Tiptoe through the crowd their tiny faces, I can't bear |
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Til I tripped and found your body at the bottom of the stairs |
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I took you to the hospital where you didn't seem to care |
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You just smiled and asked the time |
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Because its the story in the making. |
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Love... Ooh ooh ooh oh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh oh, Ooh ooh ooh oh, |
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Ooh ooh ooh ooh oh, Ooh ooh ooh oh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh oh |
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And it just wasn't right and you got sick and I got scared |
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I'd have had something to say if I had only been prepared |
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And the girl just left me shaking in the corners of my room |
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While your face is changing colour, it's the story in the making. |
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Ooh ooh ooh oh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh oh, Ooh ooh ooh oh, |
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Ooh ooh ooh ooh oh, Ooh ooh ooh oh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh oh |
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Lately I've been down 'cause there's a beast under the bed |
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And there's always something crawling between my feet and in my head |
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I take a long walk to the hospital but I couldn't stand the smell |
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'Cause you're always changing colour, the decrease in your Hell. |
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Now I'm trapped between two devils; shiny teeth and shiny hair. |
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There's an honest love to find somewhere. |
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If we don't stop now we'll be dead by summer. |
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Ooh... You tell me there's a reason why our love has collapsed |
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Ooh... We're tiny little creatures in a canister |
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Ooh... You tell me there's a reason why our love's collapsed |
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You tell me there's a reason that our love collapsed |
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It's just a feeling, but I'm linked to that |
