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Is it all in that pretty little head of yours? |
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What goes on in that place in the dark? |
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Well I used to know a girl and I would have |
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sworn that her name was Veronica |
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Well she used to have a carefree mind of her |
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own and a delicate look in her eye |
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These days I'm afraid she's not even sure if her |
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name is Veronica |
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Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes, |
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Veronica has gone to hide? |
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And all the time she laughs at those who shout |
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her name and steal her clothes |
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Veronica |
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Veronica |
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Did the days drag by? Did the favours wane? |
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Did he roam down the town all the time? |
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Will you wake from your dream, with a wolf at |
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the door, reaching out for Veronica |
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Well it was all of sixty-five years ago |
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When the world was the street where she lived |
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And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea |
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With a picture of Veronica |
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On the "Empress of India" |
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And as she closed her eyes upon the world and |
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picked upon the bones of last week's news |
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She spoke his name outloud again |
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Veronica sits in her favourite chair and she sits |
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very quiet and still |
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And they call her a name that they never get |
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right and if they don't then nobody else will |
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But she used to have a carefree mind of her |
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own, with devilish look in her eye |
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Saying "You can call me anything you like, but |
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my name is Veronica" |
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