| Rather than you, she said
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| I prefer solitude
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| Rather the company
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| I prefer cigarrettes
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| Even Los Angeles
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| Suffers occasionally
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| Do you have somewhere to stay?
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| But no more love songs
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| Not for me I gave er whisky
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| And she gave me everything
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| There was a boy, she said
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| Beautiful, eloquent
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| He went to Spain
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| And where he went, she went
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| No Joan of Arc
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| She was broken discarded
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| And that was a long time ago
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| Still, no more love songs
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| No more love songs
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| stil, you might as well live
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| I’ll drink to harmony
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| Peace and disarmament
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| I’ll dance the victory waltz
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| But no more love songs
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| No more |