Could they call your name much louder
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Those sirens on the shore
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Arresting your attention
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Standing easy by the door
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Deny them if you want to
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Defy them if you dare
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Just when you thought you'd shelved them
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In the cupboard marked 'Beware!'
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Out of the then, Into the now
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Ghost who'll make the most of every morsel you'll allow them
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Though we know you've changed so much since then
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They'll get you in the end
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They're your old girlfriends
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Do you think you could avoid them
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As you skim from page to page
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These permanent reminders
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That you never act your age
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There's traps in every dedication
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Bombs in every drawer
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Strands of hair (Unfair! Unfair!)
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Now tripwires on the floor
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Out of the then, Into the now
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Ghosts who'll make the most of every morsel you'll allow them
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Though we know you've changed so much since then
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They'll get you in the end
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They're your old girlfriends
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(Ladies from Hades)
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There are habits that we cast aside
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And ones we can't unlearn
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Some crap we do not deserve
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But most of it we earn
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Old Girlfriends
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John Wesley Harding |