| She wrote my name, in her diary and today again
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| And now I know how it feels to live behind the scenes
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| I know how it feels to kiss into the dream
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| Of a girl who, likes to keep it fresh and new
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| Behind closed doors, on chequered floors
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| Down mahogany halls
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| This is what she said to me
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| This is what she said to me
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| If you want to be with me
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| You’ve gotta leave that scene behind
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| And if you want to be free
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| You’ve gotta push your friends aside
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| In the modern school of urban fantasy
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| Who’s best writers include her and me
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| We get down on our knees and pray to thee
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| Leather-bound black diary
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| She said David you’ll always be a baby brother
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| And you’ll always be a mother’s son
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| And you’ll always be somebody’s favourite pupil
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| But you will never be the man that I want
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| This is what she said to me
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| This is what she said to me
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| If you want to be with me
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| You’ve gotta leave that scene behind
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| And if you want to be free
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| You’ve gotta push your friends aside
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| You’ve gotta push, push, push your friends aside
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| Leave that scene behind
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| Push, push, push your friends aside
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| Leave that scene behind |