| Could they call your name much louder
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| Those sirens on the shore
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| Arresting your attention
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| Standing easy by the door
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| Deny them if you want to
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| Defy them if you dare
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| Just when you thought you’d shelved them
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| In the cupboard marked 'Beware!'
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| Out of the then, Into the now
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| Ghost who’ll make the most of every morsel you’ll allow them
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| Though we know you’ve changed so much since then
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| They’ll get you in the end
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| They’re your old girlfriends
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| Do you think you could avoid them
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| As you skim from page to page
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| These permanent reminders
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| That you never act your age
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| There’s traps in every dedication
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| Bombs in every drawer
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| Strands of hair (Unfair! Unfair!)
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| Now tripwires on the floor
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| Out of the then, Into the now
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| Ghosts who’ll make the most of every morsel you’ll allow them
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| Though we know you’ve changed so much since then
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| They’ll get you in the end
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| They’re your old girlfriends
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| (Ladies from Hades)
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| There are habits that we cast aside
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| And ones we can’t unlearn
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| Some crap we do not deserve
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| But most of it we earn |