We were so pretty now is this it
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You and I are too young for this
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No blood no lust or spit
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But still there is something there to play upon
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A flash of instant thereabouts youll miss it and its gone
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But still it's good to be in love with someone
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When you¡¯ve always had to be with no one
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She said everyones a story of their own
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But if we don¡¯t leave now well find ourselves with no way home
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And so we strolled on all bangered and confused
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At first it wasn¡¯t pretty but we soon undid that rouse so
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Now we got something in many other ways
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All the boys together and a knees up on the way
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Still it's good to be in love with someone
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When you¡¯ve always had to be with no one.
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She said everyone¡¯s a story of their own
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But if we dont leave now well find ourselves with no way home
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Find ourselves with no way home
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And it occurred to me, I think on Lambeth Road
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There¡¯s no more need to question life
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Or cry for what I¡¯m owed
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And now its over so now its done
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The English sun is setting and the rude boys on the run oh
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Still it's good to be in love with someone
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When you¡¯ve always had to be with no one.
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Still I need you to remind me every day
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The lives and loves we've lost and broken on the way
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Here's to tomorrow and the lonely streets well roam
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But if we don¡¯t leave now well find ourselves with no way home
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Just to think were almost home
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Wondering
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| Dirty Pretty Things |
