Jacqueline was seventeen
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Working on a desk
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When Iver
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Peered above a spectacle
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Forgot that he had wrecked a girl
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Sometimes these eyes
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Forget the face they're peering from
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When the face they peer upon
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Well, you know
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That face as i do
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And how in the return of tha gaze
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She can return you the face
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That you are staring from
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It's always better on holiday
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So much better on holiday
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That's why we only work when
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We need the money
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Gregor was down again
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Said come on, kick me again
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Said i'm so drunk
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I don't mind if you kill me
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Come on you gutless
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I'm alive
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I'm alive
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I'm alive
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And how i know it
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But for chips and for freedom
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I could die
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It's always better on holiday...
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Jacqueline
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Franz Ferdinand |