A postcard of Byron by the bed
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It's a reminder of every word that he said
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To die in the arms of a twenty year old
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A figure of porcelain with moves so bold
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You'd love to have a heart of gold
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You would have to have come from a better mould
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To die in the arms of a twenty year old, twenty year old
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Ending the shift of a sleepless night
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Tossing and turning and holding on tight
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To die in the arms of a twenty year old, twenty year old
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Want to know about William's heart?
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Is it broken in two? Who's feeling bad?
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Is there enough of a spark to sparkle again?
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Is he lost?
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Does he need a friend?
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Lying to those who know you the best
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Keeping a secret close to your chest
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To die in the arms of a twenty year old, twenty year old
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The agony of the late night pub
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Talking too much, old age is a curse
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Want to know about William's heart?
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Is it broken in two? Who's feeling bad?
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Is there enough of a spark to sparkle again?
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Is he lost? Does he need a friend?
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William where have you gone?
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Will you return to me?
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William where have you gone?
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Please return to me
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If it's a single man or a single malt
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That I take in my arms when I'm feeling low
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You'll say honesty has made me cruel
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I say you're soft and you're made of wool
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You are made of wool
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William's Heart
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Camera Obscura |