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As I stepped out upon the landing my heart was already down the stairs |
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She's in the bedroom with that boy of hers |
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Though her face is creased and her eyes seem strange |
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There's a second-hand emotion on battered forty-five |
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My tears were never enough to keep that girl alive |
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Now she seems contrite will she make the change |
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The next time 'round |
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The next time 'round |
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You'll be someone else's baby |
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But I'll be underground |
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The next time 'round |
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Then you took two steps forward and then one step on your back |
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Now it's a future for me and you that I lack |
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You'll be the one who'll stands out in the dark |
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Even when you're all dressed in black |
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The next time 'round |
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The next time 'round |
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You'll be someone else's baby |
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But I'll be underground |
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The next time 'round |
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You've got something I want now |
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And I've got something I can't hide |
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I've got too much love for you now |
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Have you got too much pride |
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Sometimes I name and number all the things you gave to me |
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Your elastic love, this velvet-line purgatory |
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You used to take the breath out of me |
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Now I think you'll be the death of me |
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The next time 'round |
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The next time 'round |
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You'll be someone else's baby |
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But I'll be underground |
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The next time 'round |
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You'll be in some sputnik baby |
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But I'll be underground |
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The next time 'round |
