| oh, miss jane
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| for people like us, there are no happy endings.
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| evening breaks
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| turn on the lights, open your eyes, and wake up
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| put on your makeup.
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| oh, miss jane
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| the boys only want to undress you
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| your sweet face
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| is worth a stare
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| and trouble for those around you
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| they all surround you
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| you’re not to blame
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| seventy jane
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| oh, miss jane
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| the boys on the floor
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| only obscure my angle
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| their hearts break
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| when you toss your hair,
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| they shatter all around you.
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| queen, they crowned you.
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| you’re not to blame
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| seventy jane
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| i’m still holding a flame
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| for you, seventy jane
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| you’re not to blame
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| seventy jane
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| i’m still holding a flame.
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| oh, miss jane
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| for people like us, there are no happy endings
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| only endings. |