| She left with the sunlight
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| I cried to the moonlight
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| This crazy bitch, she stole my life
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| She left with the sunlight
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| I cried to the moonlight
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| This fucking bitch deserves to die
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| She left with the sunlight
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| She left with the sunlight
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| Not quite sure if I was fine
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| Still hungover from yesterday
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| All my trouble not that far away
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| Then I saw her
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| Dark hair, blue eyes, and an ass to die for
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| We were at this private party
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| I think I wouldn’t even have met her
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| I’m so attracted
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| Looking at her drinking vodka Red Bull
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| She says she works in fashion
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| Yeah, she’s an accountant from The Gap
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| But she’s funny
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| We drank all night long
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| She impressed me with her iPod playlist
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| From Slayer to Aerosmith
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| No fucking Jeff Buckley
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| She told me, «I can play a guitar»
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| That’s the moment I decided to bring her back home
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| Luckily my flatmate is abroad
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| I asked her, she said yes
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| She asked me when, I said now
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| She left with the sunlight
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| I cried to the moonlight
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| This crazy bitch, she stole my life
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| She left with the sunlight
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| I cried to the moonlight
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| This fucking bitch deserves to die
|
| She left with the sunlight
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| She left with the sunlight
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| Going back home in a cab
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| We kept drinking a lot
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| She was touching my leg
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| It was electric
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| I fucked her to Mariah Carey’s «Hero»
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| Now I’d like to sleep a little
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| So I said, «do you want to have a shower before you leave?»
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| I fell asleep so fucking drunk
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| She stole my silver shaker and my Jazzmaster
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| My fucking Jazzmaster
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| She left with the sunlight
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| I cried to the moonlight
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| This crazy bitch, she stole my life
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| She left with the sunlight
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| I cried to the moonlight
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| This fucking bitch deserves to die
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| Never find the same again
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| My Jazzmaster |