| Every time I think of you
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| A shot rings out like a bolt of blue
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| Every time I think of how we started
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| Half alive and hypnotized
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| By an icy prince with guilty eyes
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| We were only thirteen when it started
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| Sing hallelujah for the girls
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| Sing for their movies and their curls
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| Sing hallelujah for the girls
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| I like your lips and your open eyes
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| Your music and the way you cry
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| I think the picture’s Paris, France
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| You were wearing leather and a sideways glance
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| I like the way you’re stretching out that leather
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| You cut your arms, it made you calm
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| Being chased by ghosts really ain’t that fun
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| When you’re doing it for the money
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Sing hallelujah for the girls
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| Sing for their movies and their curls
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| Sing hallelujah for the girls
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| Sing for their beauty and their world
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| I like your lips and your open eyes
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| Your music and the way you cry
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| Christina Ricci
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| Christina Ricci
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| Christina, whoa
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| Christina Ricci
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| Unimpressed, unlike the rest
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| A little angry but you confessed
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| And I think you’d like me just the same
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| If you could hear this song
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| And you knew my name |