| You’ll never fumigate the demons
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| No matter how much you smoke
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| So just say you love me
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| For three good reasons
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| And I’ll throw you the rope
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| You don’t need it
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| Because you are the survivor
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| Of more than one life
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| And you’re the only lover I had
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| Who ever slept with a knife
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| But you’re not Judy Garland
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| Oh just like me you’ve never really had a home of your own
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| But I’m not Tony Hancock baby
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| Until the dawn
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| We’ll stone the crows
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| We’ll stone the crows
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| We’ll stone the crows
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| And you see I’ve brought you flowers
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| I’ve brought you flowers, all collected from the Old Vic Stage
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| Well I’ve been sitting here for hours, baby
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| Just chasing these words
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| Across the page
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| Cause you’re my Waterloo
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| Well I’ll be your Gypsy Lane
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| I’m so glad we know just what to do
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| And exactly who’s to blame
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| And you’re my Waterloo
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| I’ll be your Stanley Park
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| Well I’m so glad we know just what to do
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| And no one’s left
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| Stumbling around
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| Fumbling around
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| Tumbling around
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| In the dark
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| Always in the dark
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| You’re my Waterloo
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| I’ll be your Calvary
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| Well I’m so glad we know just what to do
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| And everyone’s gonna be happy
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| Everyone’s gonna be happy
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| Everyone’s gonna be happy
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| But of course |