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she made art of me |
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she made my day |
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the spanish way |
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people came to see |
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the art of me |
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the disagree |
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between you and I- |
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can never walk |
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nor even talk |
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I'm bound to hang |
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on this masterpiece |
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I'll never find |
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within my mind, ...ind, ...ind |
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I was just a boy |
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she acted like decoy |
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and I became her toy |
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after shaking hands |
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captured by the glance |
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impressed by all the fans |
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by all the fans, by all the fans, by all the fans |
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I had never felt so weird before |
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when she left me hanging on the wall |
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all the love she gave to me came through her hands |
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all the love she gave to me came through her hands |
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oh I had a lovely woman back in all the early days |
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but I was crying she sailed away left the day |
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I found another on the train but she was in a haze |
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she had lost everything that she had earned on her lays |
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I got a job in a cafe behind the bar |
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but I was fired, took it all too far, too far |
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too much hip |
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got the pink slip |
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bought myself a razor |
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cut off the red feb |
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started jogging the next day |
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just to get in a good shape |
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looked at the trees, looked at the good babes |
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the good babes they were everywhere |
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but there was only one that I really wanted to get near, get near |
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she put me on a wheel-barrow |
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drove me to the gate |
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could not escape |
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much too late |
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the gate was real narrow |
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so she carried me home, carried me home, carried me home |
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I had never felt so weird before |
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when she left me hanging on the wall |
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all the love she gave to me came through her hands |
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all the love she gave to me came through her hands |
