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There's a Chinese opera on the television |
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You paint your mouth with such precision |
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You're like an angel in a morphine dream |
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What matters to you just don't matter to me |
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Here is the freak; there is the genius |
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You make love like a sad Bohemian |
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Sometimes I think you're from another world |
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'Cause Jane, you're not like any other girl |
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Jane Jane, tall as a crane |
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You don't have to stand in the pouring rain |
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Jane Jane, you're so strange |
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Won't you come out and play with me again? |
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All the paper dolls with their paper hearts |
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Stalk these halls, afraid of the dark |
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But you've been living in the shadows so long |
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That you close your eyes when the lights come on |
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Jane Jane, tall as a crane |
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You don't have to stand in the pouring rain |
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Jane Jane, you're so strange |
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Won't you come out and play with me again? |
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Jane, Jane's got a mirror for a name |
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If she looks in the mirror then she'll never be the same |
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As the game, game she's been playing since she came |
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When she's standing in the pouring rain |
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Everybody here seems to have their own tribe |
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A hand to hold or a kite to fly |
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But they will never know the meaning of you |
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'Cause they just can't see you the way I do |
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Jane Jane, tall as a crane |
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You don't have to stand in the pouring rain |
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Jane Jane, you're so strange |
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Won't you come out and play with me again? |
