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A little bit of soap |
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will wash away your lipstick on my face |
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But a little bit of soap will never |
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never never ever erase |
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the pain in my heart |
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and my eyes |
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as I go through the lonely hills |
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A little bit of soap will never wash away my tears |
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Mmm, a little bit of soap |
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will wash away your powder from my chin |
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But a little bit of soap will never |
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never never ever begin |
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to take away the hurt |
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that I feel |
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as I go through the lonely hills |
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A little bit of soap will never wash away my tears |
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Mmm, have you heard a love begins to die |
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isn't one to cry, night and day |
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But like a bird, you left your robin's nest |
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and like all the rest, you flew away |
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Mmm, a little bit of soap |
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will take away your perfume eventually |
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But a little bit of soap will never |
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wash away the memory |
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of your name |
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in the night |
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that I call through the lonely hills |
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A little bit of soap will never wash away my tears |
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I'll never lose the memory of your name |
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in the night |
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that I call through the lonely hills |
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A little bit of soap will never wash away my tears |
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Mmm, a little bit of soap will never wash away my tears |
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Mmm, it's gonna never never never wash away my tears |
