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Can I explain it? |
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It's not not an easy thing to do |
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A cryptic fascination |
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Seems to get me through |
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A darkened stranger |
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Who left me full of doubt |
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She'd tell me that she loved me |
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Then the lights went out |
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Jane Doe, what was her name |
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Where did she go |
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Jane Doe, she slipped away again |
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Does anybody know? |
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Jane Doe |
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Platonic whisper |
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That makes me want to shout |
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Then she always disappears |
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Like a lady from a Barcly House |
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Who is this woman |
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Someone that I invent |
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I follow all night long |
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Like a bloodhound on a secret |
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Jane Doe, what was her name |
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Where did she go |
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Jane Doe, she slopped away without |
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a trace |
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I still don't know |
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Jane Doe |
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There's no fault, no blame |
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Love can twist the brain |
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This picture lost its frame |
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And John has lost his Jane |
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Jane Doe, what was her name |
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Where did she go |
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Jane Doe, slippped away again |
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Does anybody know? |
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Jane Doe |
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There's no fault, no blame |
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Love can twist the brain |
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This picture lost its frame |
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And John has lost his Jane |