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Popular spoons sweeten the swoons |
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You know the drill right up until |
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They find you don't carry their itinerary around |
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It's such a sad beguiling thing |
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You've got it bad, it's not a fling |
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But you can't play the part |
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Without breaking your own heart into two |
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Oh, I've been a soldier |
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Of the purest kind you could find |
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I fought all the devils |
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That wanted to change me and break me down |
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Don't look now, look away |
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They make the rules, you don't want to sell out |
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You've got the tools, they don't allow |
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But they are no boundaries |
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Just recoupable royalties and men |
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The lights go out, a thunder roars |
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A silly thing you can't ignore till you've overstayed |
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You're welcome with those who've paid for |
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All your dressing up |
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Oh, I've been a soldier |
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Of the purest kind you could find |
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I fought and resisted back |
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When they seduced me and brought me down |
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Don't look down, look away |
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Oh, can't you see there's nothing to collect? |
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Oh, but tell me what did you expect? |
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It's so stupid and selfish all the same |
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And so sad you can't go again |
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Oh, I've been a soldier |
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Of the purest kind you could find |
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I fought and resisted |
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When they tried to change me around |
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But this just become so predictable |
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It's hard to stay aground |
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Cut me some slack, never look back |
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Don't look now, look away |