Oh dear, take what you've been given
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And give back to me
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Oh night, don't waste your time with that
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'Cause it may never come
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But she goes down wrapped up in the armies
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Of a love she's found
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She won't hide, love is Sunday mornings
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When the paper writes
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Here and there, silently you're waiting
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For what never comes
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Oh dear, don't waste your time alone
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'Cause it may never come
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But she goes down wrapped up in the armies
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Of a love she's found
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She won't hide, love is Sunday mornings
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When the paper cries
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Oh dear, don't waste your time with that
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'Cause it may never come
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But she goes down wrapped up in the armies
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Of a love she's found
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She won't hide, love is Sunday mornings
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And the paper shines
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She goes down, she goes down
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She goes down, she goes down
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She Goes Down
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Tonic |