| So I tell her, she’s got your picture
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| In a golden frame above her bed
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| She looks down and she smiles
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| And she blushes and she says
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| What made me end up here in a golden frame
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| Golden frame, golden frame
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| What made me end up here in a golden frame?
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| Golden frame, golden frame
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| What made me end up here in a golden frame?
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| A young girl, her name is Joan
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| She walks up to me and says
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| «I'm sorry but there is something I gotta say
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| You’ve been beside me all the time when everything was tough
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| I shiver and a shake when I say thanks a lot»
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| Thanks a lot, thanks a lot
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| I shiver and I shake when I say thanks a lot
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| Thanks a lot, thanks a lot
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| I shiver and I shake when I say thanks a lot
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| All the emails that I’ve got
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| All the letters that’s been sent
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| With my name on it, directed direct to me
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| If I gave you one you gave me two
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| Listen carefully this is true
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| Without you I wouldn’t be around
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| Without you, without you
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| Without you I wouldn’t be around
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| Without you, without you
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| Without you I wouldn’t be around |