Daddy called her Billie Jean
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Said the ground glowed where she walked
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Kept the bottles out of reach
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The demons underground
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But she stands a little taller now
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When she surveys her memory
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It was always how she did
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Never how she was
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Oh she was
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Yes she was
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She was twisted
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She was angry
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She was human
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And almost sixteen
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Nobody knows anybody
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It's just hookers and bandits along the road
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If you see me walking away
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I just called to say a¢æ©«helloa¢æ?.
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Daddy hung the moon
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From a twist of fishing wire
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Now the wire's wearing thin
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While daddy's wearing out
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And the people say I should have known him
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Back in the motor days
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Always with a helping hand
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It's the kind of man he was
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Oh he was
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Yes he was
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He was foolish
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And he was working
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He was human
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And almost sixty
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So goodnight Billie.
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Goodnight Billie
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Gary Jules |