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It was a night, it was just another night |
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She was sayin' lots of nothing |
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She was none too bright |
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But you'll listen much to anythin' |
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When anythin's in sight, won't ya! |
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Double back trouble like a temperance hall |
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She's dealin' with the ceilin' |
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And the writings on the wall |
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Then you're wishing it was over, like an endless fall. |
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It's a lane side fight |
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Oh no! another main line ride |
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Oh no! there ain't a train in sight |
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Oh no! settin' my soul on fire |
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Try her and buy her |
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Hire and fire her |
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Playin' the game his latest flame |
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Now it's a fine line between passion and dread |
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Foolin' and a droolin' |
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Starts rulin' your head |
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To seduction, destruction |
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We're so easily lead |
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And then the dawn, the so impatient telephone |
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The smell of disappointment |
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Mirror wants to pick a bone |
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It's a cup of cold coffee |
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Like the taste of stale beer |
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Let's get outta here |
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It's a lane side fight |
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Oh no! another main line ride |
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Oh no! there ain't a train in sight |
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Oh no! settin' my soul on fire |
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Try her and buy her |
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Hire and fire her |
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Carry the flame and make it last |
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Carry the blame and kiss your ass goodbye. |
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(written by rankin, mccafferty, agnew) |
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Bob'n'weave music (dunfermline) |
