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You're the patron saint of lonely street |
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Everybody knows your name down at lovers leap |
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Covered in your own insecurity |
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You truly are the rain |
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You're the flowered cross |
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On the lost highway & you're always gettin' lost |
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Down at lovers lane |
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Tryin' to be different |
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But you're always the same |
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You really are a shame |
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You slit your own throat |
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Dig your own grave |
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Say your own mass Dance at your wake |
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Chorus: |
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Shame on lovers out for blood |
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Blaming others for their luck |
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Shame on lovers not in love |
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And say so well, oh well, so what |
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You're the broken heart |
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On the traitor's sword |
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Everybody knows your Common |
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in the House of Lords |
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Dashing for the arms where you're always adored |
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You're never gonna change |
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You slit your own throat |
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Dig your own grave |
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Say your own mass |
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Dance at your wake |
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Chorus: |
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Shame on lovers out for blood |
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Blaming others for their luck |
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Shame on lovers not in love |
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And say so well, oh well, so what |
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Shame on liars out for trust |
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Shame on others, shame on us |
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Shameful lovers play too rough |
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And say oh well,so well,so what |
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Someday maybe we can see each other again |
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Someday baby we can see that smilin' face |
