| Oh some girls hold the ace, the deuce, the trey
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| X-ray the deck to see what’s coming
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| Mary Antoinette she smiled that way
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| Easy to smile when the luck is running
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| Like a myth you rode in from the west
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| From the go you had my button pressed
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| Did the tea-time of your soul
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| Make you long for wilder days?
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| Did you never let Jack Kerouac
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| Wash over you in waves?
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| Sibella, we don’t make sense together
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| But my heart’s with you
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| Sibella, I found myself
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| Strange but true, strange but true
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| Some say you can learn a lot from books
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| Thrill right to second-hand living
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| Life is just as deadly as it looks
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| But fiction is more forgiving
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| You took chances well within your means
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| Salon hair and creases in your jeans
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| All those lonely winters long
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| Did you really think it through
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| Did you really ache for me like I really ached for you
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| Sibella, we don’t make sense together
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| But my heart’s with you
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| Sibella, I found myself
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| Strange but true, strange but true
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| Sibella, we don’t make sense together
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| But my heart’s with you
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| Sibella, I found myself
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| Strange but true, strange but true
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| Strange but true, strange but true
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| Strange but true |