I¡¯ve been contemplating
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Suicide
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But it really doesn¡¯t suit my style
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So I think I¡¯ll just act bored instead
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To contain the blood I could have shed
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She makes me feel so weary
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My heart is really on its knees
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But I keep a poker face so well That even my mother couldn¡¯t tell
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That my baby¡¯s so vain
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She is almost a mirror And the sound of her name
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Send a permanent shiver
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Down my spine
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Down my spine
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Well I keep her photograph against my heart
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Cause in my life she plays
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A starring part
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Our love could hold on cigarettes
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There is no room for these cheap regrets
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She makes me feel so weary
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My heart is really on its knees
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But I keep a poker face so well
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That even my mother couldn¡¯t tell
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That my baby¡¯s so vain
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She is almost a mirror
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And the sound of her name
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Send a permanent shiver
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Down my spine Down my spine
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Sends a permanent shiver down my spine
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Shivers
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| The Screaming Jets |
