| Can I explain it?
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| It’s not not an easy thing to do
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| A cryptic fascination
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| Seems to get me through
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| A darkened stranger
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| Who left me full of doubt
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| She’d tell me that she loved me Then the lights went out
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| Jane Doe, what was her name
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| Where did she go Jane Doe, she slipped away again
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| Does anybody know?
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| Jane Doe
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| Platonic whisper
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| That makes me want to shout
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| Then she always disappears
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| Like a lady from a Barcly House
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| Who is this woman
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| Someone that I invent
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| I follow all night long
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| Like a bloodhound on a secret
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| Jane Doe, what was her name
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| Where did she go Jane Doe, she slopped away without
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| a trace
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| I still don’t know
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| Jane Doe
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| There’s no fault, no blame
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| Love can twist the brain
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| This picture lost its frame
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| And John has lost his Jane
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| Jane Doe, what was her name
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| Where did she go Jane Doe, slippped away again
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| Does anybody know?
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| Jane Doe
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| There’s no fault, no blame
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| Love can twist the brain
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| This picture lost its frame
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| And John has lost his Jane |