| Marcellino, Casanova
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| Little angel from Laslow Street
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| Cinderella, she’s a crossover
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| She got no father in history
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| Got no good life, got no love life
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| Got no future, got no hopes and dreams
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| In a cruel world, in a cool world
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| You’re a number, you’re a mystery
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| Who are the mystery, mystery kids, the mystery kids?
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| Who are the mystery, mystery kids, the mystery kids?
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| Little Jimmy, hit and run boy
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| You can trust he’ll take the strain
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| I remember when he said to me
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| «There's a war going through my brain»
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| And everyone still talks about the time
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| Sweet Mary drank all that wine
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| And I just cannot believe what I see
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| They’re so strange they’re a mystery
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| Who are the mystery, mystery kids, the mystery kids?
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| Who are the mystery, mystery kids, the mystery kids?
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| And I say farewell
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| As the lights go out in the dark stairwell
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| Can’t take anymore |