This town belongs to you and your tricks of confidence
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All the pavements for miles around are littered with your footprints
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Now every girl I get close to seems to be wearing your perfume
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And the clock strikes the letters of your name
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Both midnight and noon
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But I used to shoot my mouth off
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Till you'd had enough of me
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Once or twice nightly
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I know I've got my faults
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And among them I CAN'T CONTROL MY TONGUE
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But if you didn't believe me
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Why did you have to leave me
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With my mouth almighty
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Mouth almighty that's what I've got
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Mouth almighty telling you what's what
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Mouth almighty
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I wish I'd never opened my mouth almighty
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SO I THREW AWAY THE ROSE AND HELD ONTO THE THORN
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Crawling round with my crooner cufflinks and my calling card cologne
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But the realization of being replaced starts to tell tales across my face
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Without a soul to talk to or a hair out of place
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Mouth Almighty
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| Elvis Costello |
