| Well, not so long ago, I ran into you
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| A pair of lonely eyes and a pair of broken hearted shoes
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| And then the other night, you were as cold as snow
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| You kept your blue jeans on and I never heard you leavin' the room
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| Woke up half past noon, I was alone in bed
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| I could still smell your perfume
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| Drifting through the smoke signals of your black cigarettes
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| You gotta hold on me, straight to the bedroom
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| When my nerves went cracking down in my knees
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| Enough, enough is enough
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| If it’s love, nothing’s tougher than love
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| Written on my shaving mirror, in lipstick blood colour:
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| Amigo, leave it alone. |
| You gotta leave it alone
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| Pick up the telephone, start investigating
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| You know that Cuban girl, with the Castro impersonation
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| I’ve been checking around, with the revolutionary
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| All I have is a mirror with a message and a memory
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| You’ll never understand, what comes over me
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| When I read her lines, written on the face I see
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| Tell her please
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| If it’s love, I wanna know where she hides that love
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| Enough, is never enough
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| Nothing can stop me now
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| No one can stop me now
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| I can’t leave it alone, I can’t leave it alone
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| I can’t leave it alone, I can’t leave it alone
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| No, no, no |