Jeane
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The low-life has lost its appeal
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And I'm tired of walking these streets
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To a room with a cupboard bare
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Jeane
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I'm not sure what happiness means
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But I look in your eyes
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And I know
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That it isn't there
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We tried, we failed
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We tried, and we failed
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We tried and we failed
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We tried and we failed
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We tried
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Jeane
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There's ice on the sink where we bathe
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So how can you call this a home
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When you know it's a grave ?
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But you still hold a greedy grace
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As you tidy the place
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But it'll never be clean
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Jeane
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We tried, we failed
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We tried, and we failed
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We tried and we failed
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We tried and we failed
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We tried
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Cash on the nail
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It's just a fairytale
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And I don't believe in magic anymore
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Jeane
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But I think you know
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I really think you know
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I think you know the truth
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Jeane
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Oh ...
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No heavenly choir
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Not for me and not for you
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Because I think that you know
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I really think you know
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I think you know the truth
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Oh ...
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Jeane
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That we tried, and we failed
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That we tried, and we failed
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We tried and we failed
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We tried and we failed
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Oh ...
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Oh ...
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Jeane
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JEANE
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| The Smiths |
