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So I tell her, she's got your picture |
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In a golden frame above her bed |
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She looks down and she smiles |
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And she blushes and she says |
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What made me end up here in a golden frame |
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Golden frame, golden frame |
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What made me end up here in a golden frame? |
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Golden frame, golden frame |
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What made me end up here in a golden frame? |
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A young girl, her name is Joan |
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She walks up to me and says |
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"I'm sorry but there is something I gotta say |
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You've been beside me all the time when everything was tough |
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I shiver and a shake when I say thanks a lot" |
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Thanks a lot, thanks a lot |
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I shiver and I shake when I say thanks a lot |
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Thanks a lot, thanks a lot |
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I shiver and I shake when I say thanks a lot |
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All the emails that I've got |
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All the letters that's been sent |
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With my name on it, directed direct to me |
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If I gave you one you gave me two |
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Listen carefully this is true |
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Without you I wouldn't be around |
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Without you, without you |
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Without you I wouldn't be around |
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Without you, without you |
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Without you I wouldn't be around |
