| Romeo and the lonely girl
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| They seemed to hit it off
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| Till Romeo told the lonely girl
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| «I must take my leave, my love»
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| It was these few words I overheard
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| And thought, «I would move in»
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| But before I could the lonely girl
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| Had fallen in love again
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| Oh poor Romeo
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| Sitting out on his own-ee-o
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| Oh poor Romeo
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| Romeo he had it rough
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| The guy you’d like to burn
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| But everything that Romeo had
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| You can bet it was well earned
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| For all his good looks there were scars that he took
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| And a lesson to be learned
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| Never judge lovers by a good looking covers
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| The lover might be spurred
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| Oh poor Romeo
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| Sitting out on his own-ee-o
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| Oh poor Romeo
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| Oh poor Romeo
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| Sitting out on his own-ee-o
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| Oh poor Romeo
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| Oh poor Romeo
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| Sitting out on his own-ee-o
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| Oh poor Romeo
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| Oh poor Romeo
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| Sitting out on his own-ee-o
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| Oh poor Romeo
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| Romeo he like to put it around
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| He was everybody’s friend
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| But in the end even Romeo found
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| On no one could he depend
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| For all his charms in someone else’s arms
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| Lonely girl safely lay
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| When the train came in it had to leave again
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| And Romeo pulled away
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| Oh poor Romeo
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| Sitting all on his own-ee-o
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| Oh poor Romeo
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| Poor Romeo
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| Poor Romeo
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| Poor Romeo
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| Poor Romeo
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| Poor Romeo
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| Poor Romeo… |