| Well she said I know, but I just can’t tell
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| Everything that you’ve just been saying
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| Lucy was there as well in the dark
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| When the kids in the band were playing
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| No one can hear a word or tell
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| What the girl was singing
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| See, she must’ve been 16 or 18
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| I’m just past caring
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| She was into the Stones when
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| I was into the Roses
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| She was breaking my bones when
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| I was busting their noses
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| She would tell me a secret
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| I would lose it the next day
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| You’re not pleased that you’re easy
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| Makes you sick in a bad way
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| And all the while the girls sang
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| La la la la and she sang
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| Kickings for my sweetheart
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| Bruises that I just don’t miss
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| And she said, I can’t love you any more than this
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| Ah, she said, she said, no, no, no, no
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| Oh then again, yes, why don’t you kill me
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| I said when I’m messed up like this
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| Sweetheart you know that don’t thrill me
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| Said I would’ve been there for you if you’d just been a little bit nicer
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| I was dead by Sunday half dead, scared just trying to please her
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| She was getting me pills when
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| I was into her best friend
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| She was chasing the thrills
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| And living down at the West End
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| She was pretty in braces
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| I lived under of her window
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| She said, take me to London
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| Tell me something I don’t know
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| And all the while the girls sang
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| La la la la and she sang
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| Kickings for my sweetheart
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| Bruises that I just don’t miss
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| And she said, I can’t love you any more than this
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| She was into the Stones when
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| I was into the Roses
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| She was breaking my bones when
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| I was busting their noses
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| She would tell me a secret
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| I would lose it the next day
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| You’re not pleased that you’re easy
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| Makes you sick in a bad way
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| And all the while the girls sang
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| La, la, la, la, and she sang
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| Kickings for my sweetheart
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| Bruises that I just don’t miss
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| And she said I don’t like you, you can’t stand me
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| I can’t love you anymore than this |