somebody somewhere must pay
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not you you just walk away to the foot of her stairs
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she at the top with her head in the clouds
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and was she easily lead
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well can you tell me that you were not
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you unwashed and undressed
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she with her head full of your cigarettes
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she is oh such a pretty one wrapped up in needlecord and coincidence
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and you don`t know what to want
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until it's gone gone gone pretty gone
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somebody somewhere must pay
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somebody else will confess all your sins
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you'll be saved
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then you'll step on that face
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she will laugh she will kiss yes and tell
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she is gone she is pretty gone she's under your thumb
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oh you little man but you don`t know what you want
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until she's gone gone gone
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pretty dress full of nothingness to confess
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she is nothing less
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she was half way to holiness when you said
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wont you put on your dress and come down to magazine avenue
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wont you put on your dress and come down?
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Pretty Gone
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Lloyd Cole |