| I was only a child when I met you.
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| You came from the burma lagoon.
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| You said, «would you like a bit of travel? |
| «You promised me all but the moon.
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| I asked you what you did for a living.
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| And you swore, gods my witness, to me.
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| That you worked for the railroad people,
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| And would never ever follow the sea.
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| You said a lot, johnny.
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| Not a word was true, johnny.
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| You betrayed me, johnny
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| The moment we met.
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| I hate your guts johnny.
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| Dont stand there grinning
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| Take that cigarette out of your mouth, you pig.
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| Surabaya johnny,
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| Why did you treat me so wrong?
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| Surabaya, johnny,
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| My god, and I do love you so.
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| Surabaya, johnny,
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| Why am I feeling so low?
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| You have no heart, johnny.
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| And I do love you so.
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| At first, it was always sunday,
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| As long as I pleased you at night.
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| But only a few weeks later,
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| Not a thing I did was right.
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| Up and down we tramped through the punjab,
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| The river along to the sea.
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| But now when I look in the mirror,
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| Theres a broken face that I see.
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| You wanted no love, johnny.
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| You wanted the loot, johnny.
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| But your lips, johnny,
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| I could never forget.
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| You asked for everything, johnny,
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| I gave you more, johnny.
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| Take that cigarette out of your mouth, you shit
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| Surabaya, johnny.
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| Why did treat me so bad?
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| Surabaya, johnny,
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| My god, and I love you so.
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| Surabaya, johnny.
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| Why am I feeling so low?
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| You have no heart, johnny,
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| And I do love you so.
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| I wish I had paid more attention
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| To that nickname of yours and the rest.
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| All along that bloody awful coastline,
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| You have been a notorious guest.
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| In a sixpence-a-night bed one morning,
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| I will wake to the thunder of the sea.
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| And your ship will be leaving the harbour,
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| And you wont even wave to me.
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| You have no heart, johnny!
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| Youre a bastard, johnny!
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| Why did you leave me?
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| Can you tell me that?
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| I love you more, johnny,
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| Than the first night, johnny.
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| Take that fucking cigarette out of your mouth, you shit.
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| Surabaya, johnny.
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| Why did you treat me so wrong?
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| Surabaya, johnny,
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| My god, and I do love you so.
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| Surabaya, johnny.
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| Why am I feeling so low?
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| cos you have no heart, johnny.
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| And I do love you so. |