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Deborah Carne |
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Deborah Carne |
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Deborah Carne |
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Eyes are smoke on wheels |
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Four sick of sin |
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Deborah Carne had always |
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Played the perfect queen |
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Taking her time they tell us |
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I wasn't there |
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Hollinshead, last only |
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Wooud and Bauer share |
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Ooooooooh |
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Deborah Carne |
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I can't touch |
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The heal's too much |
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I'm fighting flames with flares |
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Deborah Carne |
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Deborah Carne |
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Deborah Carne |
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Deborah Carne |
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(This is how it goes) |
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Cries because it's real |
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To make her the fool |
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Driving her to a layby |
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Bathes the girl in fuel |
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Keeps her on the phone |
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She won't see it come |
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Passer by don't catch her eye |
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Just leave her on her own |
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Oooooooh |
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Deborah Carne |
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I can't touch |
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The heal's too much |
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I'm fighting flames with flares |
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Deborah Carne |
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Deborah Carne |
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Deborah Carne |
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Deborah Carne |
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Deborah Carne |
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Deborah Carne |
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Deborah Carne |
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Deborah Carne |
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Deborah Carne |
