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There was a girl who lived in London town. |
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The scenes and sounds, they would only bring her down |
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She had polkadots and rubies in her dreams, |
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French fantasies on cinema screens... |
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And she knew from the finish to the start |
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It was bound to fall apart |
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Thanks to Cupid's lazy dart. |
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Wouldn't it be sweet if she could die from a broken heart? |
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There was a boy who lived inside his head. |
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He couldn't face the world, so he turned his back instead. |
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He couldn't see in front of his eyes; |
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His fantasies of outlaws had him hypnotised... |
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And he knew from the finish to the start |
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It was bound to fall apart |
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Thanks to Cupid's lazy dart. |
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Wouldn't it be sweet if he could die from a broken heart? |
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Oooh... |
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There was a boy and girl who fell in love: |
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They both were in love with the stars and sky above, |
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Cinderella, cigarettes and scenes from the past |
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Were chasing them too fast for this love to ever last... |
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And they knew from the finish to the start |
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It was bound to fall apart |
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Thanks to Cupid's lazy dart. |
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Wouldn't it be sweet if they could die from a broken heart? |
