| Taking pictures of the boys
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| Passed out in your bed
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| True collector till the end
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| You burned your bridges well
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| With games of kiss and tell
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| Left me twisting in the wind
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| You occupy your days
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| Walking through a maze
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| Convincing everyone you’ve got a lot to say
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| You’re such a pretty thing
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| You’re such a pretty thing
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| You’re such a pretty thing
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| I taught you everything you know
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| When you first came to town
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| Buying drinks until you drowned
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| So many wasted nights
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| The blood lay on your hands
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| Trying to make amends
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| But you’re spilling on your dress
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| The gypsy’s on the move
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| But the caravan remains
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| A new backdrop but same old play
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| You’re such a pretty thing
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| You’re such a pretty thing
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| You’re such a pretty thing
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| I taught you everything you know
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| You’re such a pretty thing
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| You’re such a pretty thing
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| I taught you everything
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| You’re such a pretty thing
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| You’re such a pretty thing
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| I taught you everything you know |