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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 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 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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Chorus |
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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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Chorus |
