Queen Anne, you're lying in the wasteland
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You wanted just a taste, then
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you couldn't quite replace him
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Lost son, we never knew you all wrong
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You never got to die young,
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still swaying in the cold sun
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You're too tough to say that it's all too much,
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so say it's enough
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His hands are beautiful but so damned
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He's talking like a new man,
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but you've been here before, Anne
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This night could hardly be the last night
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He's looking for a good fight,
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you're looking for a good bye
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Too Tough
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| The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart |
