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Call her Ruth |
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'cos she knows the price |
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Call her Sandy |
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'cos heart is like ice |
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You can call her |
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Whatever you wish |
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Nothing can change |
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The person she is |
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Call her Maria |
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Her real name's Eve |
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Try not to slam the door |
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Or you'll wake her as you leave |
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You can tell by |
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The pictures on her wall |
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That she never really |
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Knew you at all |
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Everywhere I look |
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It's just looking into waste |
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I can't see any courage |
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Or hope in your face |
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You say there's no point |
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Of searching anymore |
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'Cos whatever I find |
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I'll have found before |
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I must be looking |
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For something fantastic! |
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And all this reality |
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It's such a test |
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You take what you're given |
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And I'll take my time |
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You in your small corner |
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And I in mine |
