This is a calling card
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Maybe it will be a farewell note
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The poison fountain pen now requires the antidote
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But if I avert your gaze
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And I should become a shrinking flower
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Just punch me on the arm
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This could be our finest hour
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'Til now this was my view
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But I'm counting on you
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How am I ever going got make you see?
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Nothing in this ugly world comes easily
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I want you to be...
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My lovely hooligan
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Come by and smash my pane
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'Til I can see right though
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My little blue window
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This is a fingerprint
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Maybe you will feel a fond caress
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But when you start to speak
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Are you tempted to confess?
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Well, I was a gloomy soul
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Never thought I see a brighter day
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The dark interior
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Blows those silver clouds away
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'Til now this was my view
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But I'm counting on you
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How am I ever going got make you see?
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Nothing in this ugly world comes easily
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I want you to be...
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My lovely hooligan
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Come by and smash my pane
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'Til I can see right though
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My little blue window
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My Little Blue Window
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| Elvis Costello |
