| Dick and Jane, don’t talk anymore
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| Jane lays awake, wishin' it could be like it was before
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| Finally one night, she got tough
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| Dick came home, and she was packin' her stuff
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| See Jane run, see Dick cry
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| He’s standin' in the street with his hands in the air goin' «Why, Jane, why»
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| But she don’t look back, she’s seen enough
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| Close the book, the story’s done, see Jane run
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| Dick’s tore up, deep down inside
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| Jane feels good, there ain’t a tear in her pretty blue eyes
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| Red taillights, fade out of sight
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| Spot’s in the back, he’s just along for the ride
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| See Jane run, see Dick cry
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| He’s standin' in the street with his hands in the air goin' «Why, Jane, why»
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| But she don’t look back, she’s seen enough
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| Close the book, the story’s done, see Jane run
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| Yeah, see Jane run, see Dick cry
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| He’s standin' in the street with his hands in the air goin' «Why, Jane, why»
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| But she don’t look back, she’s seen enough
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| Close the book, the story’s done, see Jane run
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| Yeah, close the book, the story’s done
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| See Jane run, oh see Jane run, see Jane run |