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She wrote my name, in her diary and today it came |
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And now I know how it feels to live behind the scenes |
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I know how it feels to kiss into the dream, |
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Of a girl who, likes to keep it fresh and new |
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Behind closed doors, on chequered floors |
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Down mahogany halls |
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This is what she said to me |
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This is what she said to me |
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If you want to be with me, |
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You've gotta leave that scene behind, |
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And if you want to be free |
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You've gotta push your friends aside |
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In the modern school of urban fantasy |
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Who's best writers include, her and me |
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We get down on our knees and pray to thee |
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Leather black bound diary |
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She said David you'll always be a baby brother |
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And you'll always be a mother's son |
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And you'll always be somebody's favourite pupil |
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But you will never be the man that I want |
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This is what she said to me |
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This is what she said to me |
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If you want to be with me, |
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You've gotta leave that scene behind, |
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And if you want to be free |
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You've gotta push your friends aside |
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You've gotta push, push, push your friends aside |
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Leave that scene behind |
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Push, push, push your friends aside |
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Leave that scene behind |
