The ideal girl,
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In London from France
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Came Over and left me,
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She left me entranced.
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Now I have to get by,
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Once again on my own,
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Nothing but... memories.
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See i remember your eyes,
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In their dark shade of brown,
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While these blue eyes of mine,
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They stay closed.
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I kissed you goodby on the M-109
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I choked as I watched the bus go, oh-oh
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[Instrumental chorus]
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Choking and smoking to your angelic soul,
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Choking and smoking myself into a hole,
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where the only way out is to sleep and to dream,
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and to cry... out your na-a-ame
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France
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The Libertines |