| I watched her pack up her mink coat, pink stilettos and rosary
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| She turned and said she was going chasing old monks and other scenes
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| The sun was setting as fast as my slow drag as I watched her leave
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| I always knew one day the spotlight long bus ride find dead-end streets
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| But when it came to love
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| I thought we had enough
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| Then again, what do I know?
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| I’m just another boy in another band
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| You’re just another girl I put in a song
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| I turned and cut off the porch light
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| Dried my blue eyes and I walked up the stairs
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| I found her bottle of brandy, nose candy everywhere
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| Sat down and stared at a snapshot of Boston hanging by the books
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| I thought man she’d paint some pretty picture, but damn those colors sure do
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| rough
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| But when it came to love
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| I thought we had enough
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| Then again, what do I know?
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| I’m just another boy in another band
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| You’re just another girl I put in a song
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| She always said she believed in
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| Her Jesus, Rock and Roll
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| I can see her now blaring Joan Jett
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| With a cross around her neck on an open road
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| But when it came to love
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| I thought we had enough
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| Then again, what do I know?
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| I’m just another boy in another band
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| You’re just another girl I put in a song
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| When it came to love
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| When it came to love
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| When it came to love
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| I thought we had enough |