| When I was a boy I lived on Poplar Street
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| Just a little child with plasters on my knees
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| Watching all the world from high up in the trees
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| I saw Mrs Moore sleep 'round with Mr Keats
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| I feel like a new man
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| Red flowers in my bed
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| Breathe straight through the crisp air
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| Dead flowers in the sand
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| I am a true romantic
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| Free falling love addict, and
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| I am a true romantic
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| Free falling love addict, yeah
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| Mama always called that woman prosti-tits
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| For wearing lower cuts than most and red lipstick
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| One night Mrs Moore she made her eyes at me
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| Pulled me through her door and stuck her teeth in deep
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| I feel like a new man
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| Red flowers in my bed
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| Breathe straight through the crisp air
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| Dead flowers in the sand
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| I am a true romantic
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| Free falling love addict, and
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| I am a true romantic
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| Free falling love addict, yeah
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| And all your days are gone
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| Sitting on the floor
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| In your underwear
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| Begging me for more
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| And all my days are gone
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| Sitting on the floor
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| In my underwear
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| Begging you for more
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| 'Cause
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| I am a true romantic
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| Free falling love addict, and
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| I am a true romantic
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| Free falling love addict, yeah
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| Just another boy who lived on Poplar Street
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| Tangled up in lust and her exotic needs
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| One night, Mrs Moore, she called collect to me
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| «I don’t love you anymore,» she said and ceased to be
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| Just another boy
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| Just another boy
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| Just another boy |