| I wanted to die this morning
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| When I opened up my eyes
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| Exploding head on top of my bed
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| Broken and mystified
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| I was out of my clothes with my boots on
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| My mouth was cotton dry
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| Strange perfume all around the room
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| But I couldn’t work out why
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| So I turned my face just a little
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| And all that I could see
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| Was a couple of empty bottles
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| Two glasses and debris
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| Like a train it hit me
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| That I hadn’t been alone
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| I saw the shoe and the lipstick
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| Then I pick up the telephone
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| Carol Ann
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| I found your number on the back of my hand
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| Carol Ann
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| Tell me who the hell are you
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| Carol Ann
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| I don’t remember anything with you
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| Carol Ann
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| And I don’t remember you
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| No I don’t remember you
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| Would it be wrong if I asked you
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| To describe yourself to me
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| Maybe I’ll have a flashback
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| Or a tiny memory
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| Maybe it’s better forgotten
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| I’m just desperate to know
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| I must have been pretty average
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| For you to get out of bed and go
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| Carol Ann
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| Are you a babe or do you look like a man?
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| Carol Ann
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| Was I any good for you?
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| Carol Ann
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| Is this the start of something or a one night stand?
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| Carol Ann
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| I just got to know the truth
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| A little paranoia, a little insecure
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| What if you come knocking at my door?
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| Would I let you in?
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| Carol Ann
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| I found your number on the back of my hand
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| Carol Ann
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| Tell me who the hell are you
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| Carol Ann
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| Said, I don’t remember anything with you
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| Carol Ann
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| And I don’t remember you
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| Carol Ann
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| Are you a babe or do you look like a man?
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| I just got to know the truth |