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She comes home and she's happy |
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She comes home and she's blue |
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She comes home and she tells him |
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Listen baby we're through |
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I don't know what happened next |
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All I know is she moved |
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Packed up her bags and her curtains |
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Left him in his room |
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Was there anything I could do? |
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Was there anything I could do? |
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She went out with her paint box |
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Paints the chapel blue |
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She went out with her matchsticks |
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Torched a car wash too |
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And I don't know where she's living |
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All I've got is a card |
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A picture of her at the pyramids |
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A knife held to her heart |
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Was there anything I could do? |
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Was there anything I could do? |
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She came down from the mountains |
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Said goodbye to her guru |
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And she went back to her room |
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Lost herself in voodoo |
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And I don't say that I blame her |
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People don't know what they want |
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If you spend your life looking behind you |
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You don't see what's in front |
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Was there anything I could do? |
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Was there anything I could do? |
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Was there anything |
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Was there anything I could do? |
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Was there anything |
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Was there anything I could do? |
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Putting out her fire |
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Putting out her fire |
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Putting out her fire |
