Very old friend
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Came by today
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As he was telling everyone in town
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Of all the love that he'd just found
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And Marie's the name (of his latest flame)
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Talked and talked
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And I heard him say
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That she had the longest blackest hair
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Prettiest green eyes anywhere
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And Marie's the name (of his latest flame)
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The last night of the fair
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By the big wheel generator
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A boy is stabbed
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His money is grabbed
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And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine
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She is Famous
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She is Funny
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An engagement ring
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Doesn't mean a thing
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To a mind consumed by brass (money), oh
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The last night of the fair
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From a seat on a whirling waltzer
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Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
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It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)
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From a seat on a whirling waltzer
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Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
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A hideous trait (on her mother's side)
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Then someone falls in love
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Someone's beaten up
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Someone's beaten up
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And the senses being dulled are mine
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And someone falls in love
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Someone's beaten up
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And the senses being dulled are mine
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This is the last night of the fair
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And the grease in the hair
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Of a speedway operator
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Is all a tremulous heart requires
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A schoolgirl is denied
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She said : "How quickly would I die
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If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"
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This is the last night of the fair
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And the grease in the hair
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Of a speedway operator
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Is all a tremulous heart requires
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A schoolgirl is denied
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She said : "How quickly would I die
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Oh, if I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"
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...Oh, walk home alone
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I might walk home alone
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But my faith in love is still devout
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I might walk home alone
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But my faith in love is still devout
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I might walk home alone
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But my faith in love is still devout
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MARIE'S THE NAME (HIS LATEST FLAME) / RUSHOLME RUFFIANS (RANK)
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The Smiths |