| You and me and Billy Turpine playing by the fire escape
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| You can be the mountains, I will be the wind
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| She will be sin
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| It seems like a long time, swinging on the broken gate
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| Stealing from the clothesline, call call Billy
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| She’ll take the blame
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| Mama used to say
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| She’d live and die this way
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| While the band played at the Unicorn
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| By the Somerset Stage
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| You know I’ve seen a lot of things, I’ve done a lot in my time
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| Nobody ever told me life would be a friend of mine
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| Like a child with a crooked mind trying to sleep
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| I don’t know which way the wind blows
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| I don’t know what the second hand holds
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| Billy oh cold cold Billy…
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| Mama used to say
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| She’d live and die this way
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| While the band that played at the Unicorn
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| Sang her sorrows away
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| You can’t always get what you want to
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| You can’t even get what you need
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| Sometimes life is a bit of an angry child
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| With blood on its knees
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| You and me and Billy Turpine
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| Playing by the fire escape
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| You can be the mountains I will be the wind
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| Who will be sin? |