| I’m kicking off from centre field
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| A question of being down for the game
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| The one shot deal don’t matter
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| And the other one’s the same
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| Oh! |
| my friend I see you
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| Want you to come through (alright)
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| And she’s standing in the shadows
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| Where the street lights all turn blue
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| She leaving for an american (uhuh)
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| Suitcase in her hand
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| I said her brothers and her sisters
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| Are all on atlantic sand
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| She’s screaming through the alley way
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| I hear the lonely cry, why can’t you?
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| And her batteries are corroded
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| And her hundred watt bulb just blew
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| Lallallal. |
| alright… huhuhhuh
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| She used to hang out at miss lucy’s
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| Every weekend they would get loose
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| And it was a straight clear case of
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| Having taken in too much juice
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| It was outside, and it was outside
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| Just the nature of the person
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| Now all you got to remember
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| After all, it’s just show biz
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| Lallalal… huhuh…lallal
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| We’re just screaming through the alley way
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| I hear her lonely cry, ah why can’t you?
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| And she’s standing in the shadows
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| Canal street lights all turn blue
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| And she’s standing in the shadows
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| Where the street lights all turn blue
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| And she’s standing in the shadows
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| Down where the street lights all turn blue
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| Hey, hey, yeah |