IĄŻm in love with the boy next door
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He treats me like a filthy whore
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I give him everything he wants
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For nothing in return.
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We drive out to the hills and lie
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Beneath the darkĄŻning twilit sky
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And how I love the knowledge that
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IĄŻll never ever learn.
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And the stars donĄŻt shine for me and you
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They shine no matter what we do
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And every day is shorter than the last.
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For all the years in bedrooms lost
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In you I calculate the cost
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Of never staking my claim to the stars.
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I give you head and cook your tea
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You make my daddy weep for me
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I smile each time you hurt me
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For youĄŻre really hurting him.
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IĄŻm Joan of Arc, Ophelia, the Other Mrs Rochester
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A monument torn down and wrent
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From limb to aching limb.
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Chorus
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And the stars donĄŻt shine for me and you
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Even though IĄŻd like them to
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And you are just an actor in my heart
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The story will play to the end
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And you will never comprehend
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Just how well you have taken to your part
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I conjure up a single tear
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The people look like ants from here
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The distant buzz of endless passing cars
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And gazing at eternity
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The only one who counts is me
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And we shall see our logo on the starsĄŠ
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Stars
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The Indelicates |