| The girl works at the store, sweet Jane St. Clair
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| Was dazzled by her smile while I shopped there
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| It wasn’t long before I lived with her
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| I sang her songs while she dyed my hair
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| Jane, divided, but I can’t decide which side I’m on
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| Jane, decided only cowards stay, while traitors run
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| Jane, Jane
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| I’d bring her gold and frankincense and myrrh
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| She thought that I was making fun of her
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| She made me feel I was fourteen again
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| That’s why she thinks it’s cooler if we’d just stay friends
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| Jane, doesn’t think a man could ever be faithful
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| Jane, isn’t giving me a chance to be shameful
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| Jane, Jane
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| I wrote a letter, she should have got it yesterday
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| That life could be better by being together
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| Is what I cannot explain to Jane
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| The girl works at the store, sweet Jane St. Clair
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| Still dazzled by her smile while I shoplift there
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| No promises as vague as heaven
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| No Juliana next to my Evan
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| Jane, desired by the people at her school and work
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| Jane, is tired cause every man becomes a lovesick jerk
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| Jane, Jane |