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Then she said
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I saw her in one of those cafe houses
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Being myself so near
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And thought never that nice things hurt
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And all ended here
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Click, click, click said the man
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I remember him so well
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He said "come on, you got to be careful
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Cause her heaven could be your hell"
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Then she said....then she said
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And I dream that she someday might come back
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P.S. are her initials and
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Sometimes they gonna make me cry
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But I don't believe that this is the reason
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That I sing P.S. goodbye
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5,6,7,8,9,10 this is o.k.with me
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And I cry later then
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And I don't believe that all colours are gone
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Cause the rest is grey and this is better than none
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Then she said..... then she said
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And I dream that she someday might come back
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Then she said
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She said rock'n roll is really dead
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Then she said
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You're never leaving this head
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Then she said
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| Fury in the Slaughterhouse |
