She's got the answers
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She waves them like a flag
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She'll take all the cards from the soho league
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And stick them in her bag for security
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Baby likes her fever
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Well she'll take it all night long
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Around the track with the red-eyed jacks
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And nothin' she can do can be that wrong
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Don't fight it, don't fight it
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You've been on the ropes too long
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Don't fight it, don't fight it
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Nothing she does can be wrong
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She's got her reasons
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And she wields them like a knife
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But she'll take her stand in the underground-band
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She doesn't know that she's in there for life
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But me I've got my business
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And I struggle to keep life sane
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But what does it mean you can't
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Keep your hands clean
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Cause baby's caught up in her social machine
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I won't I won't
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Ever let you down
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She said to me
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I won't, I won't
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Ever let you down
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You've been on the ropes too long
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Nothing she does can be wrong
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She likes her fever
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She says "Take it like a man"
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And we fight combat sometimes
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But we don't fight it hand to hand
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And when my world is crumbling
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And I go stumbling blind
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If I get thin
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She'll be there in a pinch
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She's got a way
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To make life feel fine
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Don't fight it
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I won't
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Don't fight it
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Let you down
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You've been on the ropes too long
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Don't fight it
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I won't
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Don't fight it
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Let you down
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Nothing she does can be wrong
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You've been on the ropes too long
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I won't, I won't
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Ever let you down
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She said to me
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I won't, I won't
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Ever let you down
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You've been on the ropes too long
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Don't fight it, don't fight it, don't fight it
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I won't let you down
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Don't Fight It
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Tom Cochrane |