| Oh Lisa, lift up your head, light up a cigarette
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| In the morning light you’re not so hot
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| Oh Lisa, come talk to me, I wanna hear your memories
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| You know I thought of you from time to time
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| Lying with your make-up off
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| I can see the girl I love
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| Dark and brooding, fickle and demure
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| And I think still after all these years
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| Oh, I think still after all these years
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| Something still burns
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| Oh, Lisa, don’t be shy, this is not real life
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| This moment will soon be lost in time
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| When it’s time to leave don’t turn your back on me
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| This was no return, our grand farewell
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| Mostly I won’t think of you
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| But baby if I ever do
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| I remember thinking with surprise
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| That still after all these years
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| Still after all these years
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| Something still burns
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| Lying with your make-up off
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| I can see the girl I love
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| Dark and brooding, fickle and demure
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| And I think still after all these years
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| Oh, still something in me
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| Still after all these years
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| Something still burns |