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You've got a terrible itch |
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I find it hard to scratch |
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And I could be a ragged claw but still it wouldn't hold you back |
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And you've got a fascination |
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You're never hanging round |
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And I could be a heavyweight but still it wouldn't hold you down |
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You're never alone |
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You're never alone |
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But you've been |
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Hanging around downtown, where you playing around baby? |
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Wherever you go you know, I'll be watching you now |
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Watching you now |
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You've got a terrible itch |
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You scratch till you bled |
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And even if you're innocent baby, your hands are still painted red |
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And now you're never alone |
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You're never alone |
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But you've been |
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Hanging around downtown, where you playing around baby? |
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Wherever you go you know, I'll be watching you now |
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Watching you now |
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Hanging around downtown, where you playing around baby? |
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Wherever you go you know, I'll be watching you now |
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Watching you now |
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You're never alone |
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You're never alone |
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But you've been |
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Hanging around downtown, where you playing around baby? |
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Wherever you go you know, I'll be watching you now |
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Watching you now |
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Hanging around downtown, where you playing around baby? |
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Wherever you go you know, I'll be watching you now |
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Watching you now |