She took all the pleasure and none of the pain
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All of the credit and none of the blame
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I came home to an empty flat
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She'd left me a note and taken the cat
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The cord that they knotted to keep us apart
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Could never be broken: it was tied to my heart
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She grew thin and I grew fat
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She left me and that was that
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I'm thinking of renting a villa in France
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A French girl has offered to give me a chance
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Or maybe I'll take an excursion to Spain
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And buy a revolver and blow out my brains
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Toujours L'amour
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| Procol Harum |
