Can I explain it?
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It's not not an easy thing to do
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A cryptic fascination
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Seems to get me through
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A darkened stranger
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Who left me full of doubt
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She'd tell me that she loved me
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Then the lights went out
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Jane Doe, what was her name
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Where did she go
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Jane Doe, she slipped away again
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Does anybody know?
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Jane Doe
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Platonic whisper
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That makes me want to shout
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Then she always disappears
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Like a lady from a Barcly House
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Who is this woman
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Someone that I invent
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I follow all night long
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Like a bloodhound on a secret
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Jane Doe, what was her name
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Where did she go
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Jane Doe, she slopped away without
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a trace
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I still don't know
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Jane Doe
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There's no fault, no blame
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Love can twist the brain
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This picture lost its frame
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And John has lost his Jane
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Jane Doe, what was her name
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Where did she go
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Jane Doe, slippped away again
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Does anybody know?
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Jane Doe
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There's no fault, no blame
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Love can twist the brain
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This picture lost its frame
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And John has lost his Jane
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Jane Doe
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Mr.Big |