| There’s a girl inside the woman
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| Who’s waiting to get free
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| She’s washed a million dishes
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| She’s always making tea
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| They think she’s just a mother with nothing left inside
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| Who swapped her dreams for drudgery
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| The day she was a bride
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| But the dreams were not forgotten
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| Just wrapped and packed away
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| In the hope that she could take them out
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| And dust them off one day
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| Could I speak to councillor Lyons, please?
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| There’s a girl inside the woman
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| And the mother she became
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| And her half-remembered song comes to her lips again
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| Eddie, can I talk to ya?
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| The girl would sing the melody
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| But the woman stands in doubt and wonders
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| What the price would be
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| For letting the young girl out
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| Yeah, I remember…
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| (sung)
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| It’s just a light romance
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| It’s nothing cruel
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| They laid no plans
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| How it came?
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| Who can explain?
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| They just said «Hello»
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| And foolishly they gazed
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| They should’ve gone
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| Their separate ways
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| It’s just the same old song
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| Nothing cruel
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| Nothing wrong
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| It’s just two fools
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| Who know the rules
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| But break them all
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| And grasp at half a chance
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| To play their part
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| In a light romance
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| Loving on the never-never
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| Constant as the changing weather
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| Never sure
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| Who’s at the door
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| Or the price you’re gonna have to pay
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| It’s just a secret glance
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| Across a room
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| A touch of hands
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| That part too soon
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| That same old tune
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| That always plays
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| And let’s them dance as friends
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| Then stand apart
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| As the music ends
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| Loving on the never-never
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| Constant as the changing weather
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| Never sure
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| Who’s at the door
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| Or the price you’re gonna have to… |