| Yeah, well I can’t wait to see Rosalind’s fuckin' face. |
| Of course, I won’t,
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| will I?
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| Because it’s you, isn’t it, eh? |
| You! |
| You were Rosalind, that picture was of you!
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| You dirty cow!
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| Well, you couldn’t have been older than, what, fourteen? |
| No wonder Ray started
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| writing to you.
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| How did you find out? |
| Oh, of course, the witch’s teats. |
| Me and a couple of
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| girls at school took it, we were about twelve.
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| Ray believes Rosalind’s uncle Charlie took it… by force.
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| I knew you were smart Ruth, but not that smart.
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| It worked anyway, his old records are selling like mad.
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| So, uh, he wrote your song, then?
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| That would be telling.
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| You shone a light to follow
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| Knowing I would
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| You graced me with a precious gift
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| That no one else could
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| Touched by your presence, I surrender
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| You gave me a lead and I was a follower
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| A quest to succeed, I am a discoverer
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| Oh, flame, you set me on fire
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| Nothing can take me any higher
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| I’m fueled on emotion and full of desire
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| Flame, show me the way
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| You gave me a lead and I was a follower
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| A quest to succeed, I am a discoverer
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| Oh, hold on the flame and feel the power
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| Oh, flame, you set me on fire
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| Nothing can take me any higher
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| I’m fueled on emotion and full of desire
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| Flame
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| I’m not gonna turn my back on Rosalind now. |
| You manipulated her!
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| Careful what you say, I’ll print it.
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| I don’t give a smorgasbord about that load of old bollocks you churn out.
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| Now, now, Ray. |
| Don’t get introspective. |
| We’ve got the headlines,
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| we’re back in calculator country!
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| I helped her deal with her problems!
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| She doesn’t have a problem. |
| Do you?
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| She knows I do. |
| If she were here now, we could ask her, couldn’t we, Rastus?
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| Well, we could, yeah, if she was here.
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| Are you saying nothing I wrote helped her?
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| No. You just helped her become a fucking star. |