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I wanted to die this morning |
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When I opened up my eyes |
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Exploding head on top of my bed |
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Broken and mystified |
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I was out of my clothes with my boots on |
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My mouth was cotton dry |
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Strange perfume all around the room |
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But I couldn't work out why |
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So I turned my face just a little |
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And all that I could see |
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Was a couple of empty bottles |
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Two glasses and debris |
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Like a train it hit me |
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That I hadn't been alone |
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I saw the shoe and the lipstick |
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Then I pick up the telephone |
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Carol Ann |
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I found your number on the back of my hand |
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Carol Ann |
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Tell me who the hell are you |
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Carol Ann |
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I don't remember anything with you |
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Carol Ann |
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And I don't remember you |
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No I don't remember you |
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Would it be wrong if I asked you |
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To describe yourself to me |
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Maybe I'll have a flashback |
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Or a tiny memory |
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Maybe it's better forgotten |
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I'm just desperate to know |
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I must have been pretty average |
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For you to get out of bed and go |
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Carol Ann |
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Are you a babe or do you look like a man? |
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Carol Ann |
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Was I any good for you? |
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Carol Ann |
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Is this the start of something or a one night stand? |
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Carol Ann |
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I just got to know the truth |
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A little paranoia, a little insecure |
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What if you come knocking at my door? |
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Would I let you in? |
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Carol Ann |
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I found your number on the back of my hand |
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Carol Ann |
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Tell me who the hell are you |
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Carol Ann |
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Said, I don't remember anything with you |
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Carol Ann |
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And I don't remember you |
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Carol Ann |
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Are you a babe or do you look like a man? |
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I just got to know the truth |