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Each summer we'd slumber in caravans |
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While our folks would drink casks and curse the sand. |
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I noticed him staring at the ceiling like Gene Vincent |
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Singing to a crowd |
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For a girl of 14 I thought I knew I would meet |
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Someone with a thought that was free of TV |
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Leering and affected just like Gene Vincent |
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Singin' to a crowd |
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Like he was barely allowed |
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I give you the last thing truly mine |
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But your secrets are safe with me |
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You can ignore now just what you swore |
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Your secrets are safe with me |
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So I'll keep my love buried, but breathing |
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Your secrets are safe with |
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Ahh, they're safe with me |
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Behind the tunes he looked in my eye |
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But did I want him to |
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Trusting his mistrust, but I was just another voice in the crowd |
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I'm hardly getting over it now |
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I give you the last thing that's truly mine |
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But your secrets are safe with me |
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You can ignore now just what you swore |
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Your secrets are safe with me |
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So I'll keep my love buried, but breathing |
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Your secrets are safe with |
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Ahh, they're safe with me |
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You told me I felt like you own me |
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Now I care for nothing at all |
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What I gave you wasn't a favour |
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Now I care for nothing at all |
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Didn't trust nothing that much |
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Now I care for nothing at all |
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Now I care for, now I care for |
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Now I care for nothing at all |