| Lovehearts on an old stone building
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| Have no relevance now
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| Sherry bottles in a bus-stop litter bin
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| Remind me of you somehow
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| You look so young it’s frightening
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| Life’s been good to you
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| But strike me down with bolts of lightning
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| If I wasn’t good to you too
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| Throw me away, throw me away again
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| 'Cos I don’t mind, I’m still satisfied
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| With just a hatful of rain
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| Merry widows in stock gloss magazines
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| Dumbstruck open their mouths
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| And out comes some old jackpot philosophy --
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| Everything must pay somehow
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| And I’ve heard you say that he just works for me
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| Doing things that you can’t do
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| But grease my palms with a hatful of currencies
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| I don’t belong to you
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| Throw me away, throw me away again
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| 'Cos I don’t mind, I’m still satisfied
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| With just a hatful of rain |