| I knew this one young girl who’d tell the trees and the grass
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| To read us all their favourite stories 'till we’d kiss and we’d laugh
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| And we’d write to the Devil, tell him he’s a bad influence
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| 'Cause it’s not worth playing God when you’re the story in the making
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| (Love, love)
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| Tiptoe through the crowd, their tiny faces, I can’t bear
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| Till I tripped and found your body at the bottom of the stairs
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| I took you to the hospital where you didn’t seem to care
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| You just smiled and asked the time, as its the story in the making
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| (Love… Ooh ooh ooh oh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh oh, Ooh ooh ooh oh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh oh,
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| Ooh ooh ooh oh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh oh)
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| And it just wasn’t right and you got sick and I got scared
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| I’d have had something to say if I had only been prepared
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| And the girl just left me shaking in the corners of my room
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| While your face is changing colour, the story in the making
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| (Ooh ooh ooh oh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh oh, Ooh ooh ooh oh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh oh,
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| Ooh ooh ooh oh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh oh)
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| Lately I’ve been down 'cause there’s a beast under the bed
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| And there’s always something crawling between my feet and in my head
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| I take a long walk to the hospital but I couldn’t stand the smell
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| 'Cause you’re always changing colour, the decrease in your health
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| Now I’m trapped between two devils; |
| shiny teeth and shiny hair
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| There’s an honest love to find somewhere
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| If we don’t stop now we’ll be dead by summer
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| Ooh… You tell me there’s a reason why our love’s collapsed
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| Ooh… We’re tiny little creatures in a canister
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| Ooh… sing along…
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| Ooh… You tell me there’s a reason why our love’s collapsed
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| You tell me there’s a reason that our love collapsed
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| It’s just a feeling, but I’m linked to that |