| There’s a Chinese opera on the television
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| You paint your mouth with such precision
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| You’re like an angel in a morphine dream
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| What matters to you just don’t matter to me
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| Here is the freak; |
| there is the genius
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| You make love like a sad Bohemian
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| Sometimes I think you’re from another world
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| 'Cos Jane, you’re not like any other girl
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| (chorus)
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| Jane Jane, tall as a crane
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| You don’t have to stand in the pouring rain
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| Jane Jane, you’re so strange
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| Won’t you come out and play with me again?
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| All the paper dolls with their paper hearts
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| Stalk these halls, afraid of the dark
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| But you’ve been living in the shadows so long
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| That you close your eyes when the lights come on
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| (REPEAT CHORUS)
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| Jane, Jane’s got a mirror for a name
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| If she looks in the mirror then she’ll never be the same
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| As the game, game she’s been playing since she came
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| When she’s standing in the pouring rain
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| Everybody here seems to have their own tribe
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| A hand to hold or a kite to fly
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| But they will never know the meaning of you
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| 'Cos they just can’t see you the way I do
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| (REPEAT CHORUS x 2 |