| Put me in your pocket now, put me in your dress
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| I will remain the one you love best
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| Don’t try to rip me up
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| If I hurt you when
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| Everything is fowled up at the end
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| Let me always stay now
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| Laughing as you say, «How
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| Do I always look like I’m in pain?»
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| And you always get your finger in the frame
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| Put me in your bottom drawer under old exams
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| There I will be always your cheating hand
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| Don’t try to send me back in some maudlin phase
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| What has developed here you can’t erase
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| Let me always stay now
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| Laughing as you say, «How
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| Do I always look like I’m in pain?»
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| And you always get your finger in the frame
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| And maybe all the fights will never happen
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| Maybe nothing’s going to change
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| Maybe I’ll be always laughing
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| Nothing standing in the way
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| Nothing clouding up the future
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| Not the faintest threat of rain
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| Nothing clouding up the picture
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| But a finger in the frame
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| So put me in the pocket of this very dress
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| And I will remain the one you love best
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| And I will always stay now
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| Laughing as you say, «How
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| Do I always look like I’m in pain?»
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| And you will always have your finger in the frame |