| This town belongs to you and your tricks of confidence
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| All the pavements for miles around are littered with your footprints
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| Now every girl I get close to seems to be wearing your perfume
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| And the clock strikes the letters of your name
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| Both midnight and noon
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| But I used to shoot my mouth off
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| Till youd had enough of me Once or twice nightly
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| I know Ive got my faults
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| And among them I cant control my tongue
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| But if you didnt believe me Why did you have to leave me With my mouth almighty
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| Mouth almighty thats what Ive got
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| Mouth almighty telling you whats what
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| Mouth almighty
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| I wish Id never opened my mouth almighty
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| So I threw away the rose and held onto the thorn
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| Crawling round with my crooner cufflinks and my calling card cologne
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| But the realization of being replaced starts to tell tales across my face
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| Without a soul to talk to or a hair out of place |