I was only a child when I met you.
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You came from the Burma Lagoon.
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You said, "Would you like a bit of travel?"
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You promised me all but the moon.
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I asked you what you did for a living.
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And you swore, God's my witness, to me.
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That you worked for the railroad people,
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And would never ever follow the sea.
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You said a lot, Johnny.
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Not a word was true, Johnny.
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You betrayed me, Johnny
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The moment we met.
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I hate your guts Johnny.
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Don't stand there grinning
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Take that cigarette out of your mouth, you pig.
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Surabaya Johnny,
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Why did you treat me so wrong?
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Surabaya, Johnny,
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My God, and I do love you so.
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Surabaya, Johnny,
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Why am I feeling so low?
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You have no heart, Johnny.
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And I do love you so.
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At first, it was always Sunday,
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As long as I pleased you at night.
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But only a few weeks later,
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Not a thing I did was right.
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Up and down we tramped through the Punjab,
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The river along to the sea.
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But now when I look in the mirror,
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There's a broken face that I see.
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You wanted no love, Johnny.
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You wanted the loot, Johnny.
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But your lips, Johnny,
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I could never forget.
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You asked for everything, Johnny,
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I gave you more, Johnny.
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Take that cigarette out of your mouth, you shit
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Surabaya, Johnny.
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Why did treat me so bad?
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Surabaya, Johnny,
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My God, and I love you so.
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Surabaya, Johnny.
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Why am I feeling so low?
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You have no heart, Johnny,
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And I do love you so.
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I wish I had paid more attention
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To that nickname of yours and the rest.
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All along that bloody awful coastline,
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You have been a notorious guest.
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In a sixpence-a-night bed one morning,
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I will wake to the thunder of the sea.
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And your ship will be leaving the harbour,
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And you won't even wave to me.
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You have no heart, Johnny!
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You're a bastard, Johnny!
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Why did you leave me?
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Can you tell me that?
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I love you more, Johnny,
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Than the first night, Johnny.
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Take that fucking cigarette out of your mouth, you shit.
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Surabaya, Johnny.
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Why did you treat me so wrong?
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Surabaya, Johnny,
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My God, and I do love you so.
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Surabaya, Johnny.
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Why am I feeling so low?
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'Cos you have no heart, Johnny.
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And I do love you so.
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Surabaya Johnny
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| Marc Almond |
