Is it all in that pretty little head of yours?
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What goes on in that place in the dark?
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Well I used to know a girl and I would have
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sworn that her name was Veronica
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Well she used to have a carefree mind of her
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own and a delicate look in her eye
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These days I'm afraid she's not even sure if her
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name is Veronica
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[Chorus:]
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Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes,
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Veronica has gone to hide?
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And all the time she laughs at those who shout
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her name and steal her clothes
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Veronica
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Veronica
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Did the days drag by? Did the favours wane?
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Did he roam down the town all the time?
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Will you wake from your dream, with a wolf at
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the door, reaching out for Veronica
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Well it was all of sixty-five years ago
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When the world was the street where she lived
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And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea
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With a picture of Veronica
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On the "Empress of India"
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And as she closed her eyes upon the world and
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picked upon the bones of last week's news
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She spoke his name outloud again
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[Chorus]
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Veronica sits in her favourite chair and she sits
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very quiet and still
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And they call her a name that they never get
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right and if they don't then nobody else will
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But she used to have a carefree mind of her
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own, with devilish look in her eye
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Saying "You can call me anything you like, but
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my name is Veronica"
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[Chorus]
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Veronica
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| Elvis Costello |
