| I’ve walked a hundred miles
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| I’ve seen a hundred thousand smiles
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| Not one of them as beautiful, as beautiful as yours
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| And all the petrol station flowers
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| Or all the stolen looks in the small hours
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| Will never know, we’ll never know, we’ll never know why
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| Young and Lovestruck will find themselves stuck right bang in
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| The middle of melodrama and fear
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| TV says that the insecure will always be lonely and business
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| Stands to improve, improve
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| And how times have changed and our love songs are re-arranged
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| For different names, a different face
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| I’ll pretend that it’s for you
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| And with that sentiment intact
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| Please keep the first line as a fact
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| You never know, you never know, you never know why
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| Chorus repeat
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| All my infatuations, they never made it past
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| The internet or a night you’ll regret
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| And all the fashion types, Are shagging indie types
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| And teaching them how to smoke and how to dress
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| And they’re dressing to impress
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| And they’re dressed like all the rest
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| Chorus repeat x 2 |