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Well she said I know, but I just can't tell |
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Everything that you've just been saying |
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Lucy was there as well in the dark |
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When the kids in the band were playing |
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No one can hear a word or tell |
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What the girl was singing |
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See, she must've been 16 or 18 |
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I'm just past caring |
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She was into the Stones when |
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I was into the Roses |
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She was breaking my bones when |
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I was busting their noses |
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She would tell me a secret |
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I would lose it the next day |
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You're not pleased that you're easy |
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Makes you sick in a bad way |
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And all the while the girls sang |
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La la la la and she sang |
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Kickings for my sweetheart |
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Bruises that I just don't miss |
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And she said, I can't love you any more than this |
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Ah, she said, she said, no, no, no, no |
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Oh then again, yes, why don't you kill me |
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I said when I'm messed up like this |
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Sweetheart you know that don't thrill me |
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Said I would've been there for you if you'd just been a little bit nicer |
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I was dead by Sunday half dead, scared just trying to please her |
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She was getting me pills when |
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I was into her best friend |
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She was chasing the thrills |
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And living down at the West End |
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She was pretty in braces |
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I lived under of her window |
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She said, take me to London |
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Tell me something I don't know |
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And all the while the girls sang |
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La la la la and she sang |
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Kickings for my sweetheart |
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Bruises that I just don't miss |
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And she said, I can't love you any more than this |
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She was into the Stones when |
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I was into the Roses |
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She was breaking my bones when |
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I was busting their noses |
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She would tell me a secret |
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I would lose it the next day |
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You're not pleased that you're easy |
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Makes you sick in a bad way |
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And all the while the girls sang |
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La, la, la, la, and she sang |
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Kickings for my sweetheart |
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Bruises that I just don't miss |
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And she said I don't like you, you can't stand me |
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I can't love you anymore than this |
