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somebody stop her |
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the lifter |
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the runner |
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the girl with the gold in her mouth |
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they caught her at london |
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waterloo station |
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strung up on a ferris wheel |
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she used to lose pageants |
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"pick of the litter" |
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the newspapers screamed from their racks |
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pictures at seven, nine-teen eighty-somethin |
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the waltz on her father's shoes |
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no more losing the war, karen |
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no more losing the war, karen |
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but i really knew her |
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in an after-pub-closing way |
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falling down, crawling drunk laughing like children with sugared up gullets |
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i rue this day |
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no more losing the war, karen |
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oh karen.. |
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no more losing the war |
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you got me all frustrated |
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in an old fashioned way |
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easy does it rider |
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i've had a long, long day |
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no more losing the war, karen |
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no more losing the war, karen |
