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I'm kicking off from centre field |
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A question of being down for the game |
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The one shot deal don't matter |
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And the other one's the same |
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Oh! My friend I see you |
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Want you to come through (alright) |
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And she's standing in the shadows |
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Where the street lights all turn blue |
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She leaving for an American (uhuh) |
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Suitcase in her hand |
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I said her brothers and her sisters |
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Are all on Atlantic sand |
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She's screaming through the alley way |
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I hear the lonely cry, why can't you? |
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And her batteries are corroded |
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And her hundred watt bulb just blew |
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Lallallal.. alright...huhuhhuh |
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She used to hang out at Miss Lucy's |
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Every weekend they would get loose |
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And it was a straight clear case of |
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Having taken in too much juice |
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It was outside, and it was outside |
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Just the nature of the person |
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Now all you got to remember |
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After all, it's just show biz |
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Lallalal...huhuh...lallal |
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We're just screaming through the alley way |
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I hear her lonely cry, ah why can't you? |
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And she's standing in the shadows |
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Canal street lights all turn blue |
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And she's standing in the shadows |
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Where the street lights all turn blue |
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And she's standing in the shadows |
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Down where the street lights all turn blue |
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Hey, hey, yeah |
