| Is it all in that pretty little head of yours?
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| What goes on in that place in the dark?
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| Well I used to know a girl and I would have
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| Sworn that her name was veronica
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| Well she used to have a carefree mind of her
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| Own and a delicate look in her eye
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| These days Im afraid she’s not even sure if her name is veronica
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| Chorus:
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| Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes,
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| Veronica has gone to hide?
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| And all the time she laughs at those who shout her name and steal her clothes
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| Veronica
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| Veronica
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| Did the days drag by? |
| did the favours wane?
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| Did he roam down the town all the time?
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| Will you wake from your dream, with a wolf at The door, reaching out for veronica
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| Well it was all of sixty-five years ago
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| When the world was the street where she lived
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| And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea
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| With a picture of veronica
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| On the empress of india
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| And as she closed her eyes upon the world and
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| Picked upon the bones of last weeks news
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| She spoke his name outloud again
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| Chorus
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| Veronica sits in her favourite chair and she sits
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| Very quiet and still
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| And they call her a name that they never get
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| Right and if they don’t then nobody else will
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| But she used to have a carefree mind of her
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| Own, with devilish look in her eye
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| Saying you can call me anything you like, but
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| My name is veronica
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| Chorus |