| Leave me dreaming on the bed
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| See you right back here tomorrow, for the next round
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| Keep this scene inside your head
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| As the bruises turn to yellow and the swelling goes down
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| And if you’re ever around in the city or the suburbs of this town
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| Be sure to come around
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| I’ll be wallowing in sorrow, wearing a frown, like Pierrot the clown
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| Saw you crashing 'round the bay
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| Never seen you act so shallow or look so brown
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| Remembered all the things you’d say
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| How your promises went hollow, as you threw me to the ground
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| And if you’re ever around in the backstreets or the alleys of this town
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| Be sure to come around
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| I’ll be wallowing in pity, wearing a frown, like Pierrot the clown
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| When I dream, I dream of your lips
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| When I dream, I dream of your kiss
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| When I dream, I dream of your fists
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| Your fists
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| Your fists…
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| Leave me bleeding on the bed
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| See you right back here tomorrow, for the next round
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| Keep this scene inside your head
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| As the bruises turn to yellow, and the swelling goes down…
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| And if you’re ever around in the city or the suburbs of this town
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| Be sure to come around
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| I’ll be wallowing in sorrow, wearing a frown, like Pierrot the Clown
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| Pierrot the Clown |