| He only tells me what I want to hear
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| When we’re all strung out on the town
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| He doesn’t give a shit about my hair
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| He wants to pull it out
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| There was a time when there was something there
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| Now we just take it in turns
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| Some people want to see the world from here
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| And some people want to crash and burn
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| Elliot, I know the world has trod you underfoot
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| But there’s a chance we could do something good
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| Elliot, I know that you are just misunderstood
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| You know we’r Marian and Robin Hood, oh Elliot
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| We get attention from th neighbours now cos he
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| He likes to talk to himself
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| And then one day he tore the house apart
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| Sweeping all my things off the shelves
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| I’m not concerned about the voice he hears
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| I just make him stay in his room
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| On days like that I hold him close to me and whisper
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| «I can hear that voice too»
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| Elliot, you’re just the victim of your misspent youth
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| But there’s a chance you could do something good
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| Elliot, I try to love you like I know I should
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| You know we’re Marian and Robin Hood, oh Elliot
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| And then one morning I woke up in tears
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| His body was a cold as a stone
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| He took his medicine with too much gin
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| Oh Elliot I should have known
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| Elliot, I know the world has trod you underfoot
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| But there’s a chance we could do something good
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| Elliot, I know that you are just misunderstood
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| You know we’re Marian and Robin Hood, oh Elliot |