| What’s left of everything you had
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| What have you done
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| What’s left of everything you had
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| What have you done
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| I’ve been wondering what you’re up to
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| Are you flirting with a crowd
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| I’ve been wondering 'bout your happy boisterous gentlemen
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| I’ve been thinking 'bout your eyes, dear
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| But something just ain’t clear
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| I’ve been wondering 'bout your not so gentle gentlemen
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| What’s left of everything you had
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| What have you done
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| What’s left of everything you had
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| What have you done
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| All the things I shouldn’t know
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| I’ve been wondering 'bout your happy boisterous gentlemen
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| If you’d lay your head beside me
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| If you’d tell me 'bout your fears
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| I’ve been wondering 'bout your not so gentle gentlemen
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| What’s left of everything you had
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| What have you done
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| What’s left of everything you had
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| What have you done
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| Well, I’ve been wondering 'bout your costumes
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| All the things you used to hate
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| I’ve been wondering 'bout your fat and boisterous gentlemen
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| Well, take a walk along the river
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| Take a plane across the sea
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| I’ve been wondering 'bout your not so gentle gentlemen |