| A little bit of soap
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| will wash away your lipstick on my face
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| But a little bit of soap will never
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| never never ever erase
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| the pain in my heart
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| and my eyes
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| as I go through the lonely hills
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| A little bit of soap will never wash away my tears
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| Mmm, a little bit of soap
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| will wash away your powder from my chin
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| But a little bit of soap will never
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| never never ever begin
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| to take away the hurt
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| that I feel
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| as I go through the lonely hills
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| A little bit of soap will never wash away my tears
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| Mmm, have you heard a love begins to die
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| isn’t one to cry, night and day
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| But like a bird, you left your robin’s nest
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| and like all the rest, you flew away
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| Mmm, a little bit of soap
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| will take away your perfume eventually
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| But a little bit of soap will never
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| wash away the memory
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| of your name
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| in the night
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| that I call through the lonely hills
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| A little bit of soap will never wash away my tears
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| I’ll never lose the memory of your name
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| in the night
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| that I call through the lonely hills
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| A little bit of soap will never wash away my tears
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| Mmm, a little bit of soap will never wash away my tears
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| Mmm, it’s gonna never never never wash away my tears |