| I took the scissors to my bangs
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| This morning
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| So I could see you more clearly, my darling
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| But that’s just one of the thirty thousands things
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| I do
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| To get a better look at you
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| I had somebody to come wash my windows
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| So I could watch you walking like the wind
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| Blows
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| I want to stop and ask you where you got
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| Them shoes
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| To get a better look at
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| Where you came from
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| Where you’ve been
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| The stars in your eyes
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| Tales you spin
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| The Frank Sinatra heroine
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| From songs you heard in Old Berlin
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Let’s be lovers and never go home
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| We’ll live in the highlands and run with the wolves
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| Deep in the forest where nobody goes
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| No one would have us, we’ll run with
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| The wolves
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| Singing, ah-ooh
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| Singing, ah-ooh
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| Although I’ll never know some things about
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| You
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| True love a mystery so I don’t want to
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| And when I’m old I’ll clean my glasses to
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| See through
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| To get a better look at
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| Smile lines around your eyes
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| You’ll talk too loud, and then you’ll shine
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| That dancey song that made you cry
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| The night you spent in Edelweiss
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Let’s be lovers and never go home
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| We’ll live in the highlands and run with the wolves
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| Deep in the forest where nobody goes
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| No one would have us, we’ll run with
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| The wolves
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| Singing, ah-ooh
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| Singing, ah-ooh
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| You got a way with words
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| Let’s break away from the herd
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| And run away from the world
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| Away from it
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Let’s be lovers and never go home
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| We’ll live in the highlands and run with the wolves
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| Deep in the forest where nobody goes
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| No one would have us, we’ll run with
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| The wolves
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| Singing, ah-ooh
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| Singing, ah-ooh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Let’s be lovers and never go home
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| We’ll live in the highlands and run with the wolves
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| Deep in the forest where nobody goes
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| No one would have us, we’ll run with
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| The wolves
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| Singing, ah-ooh
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| Singing, ah-ooh |