Rather than you, she said
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I prefer solitude
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Rather the company
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I prefer cigarrettes
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Even Los Angeles
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Suffers occasionally
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Do you have somewhere to stay?
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But no more love songs
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Not for me
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I gave er whisky
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And she gave me everything
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There was a boy, she said
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Beautiful, eloquent
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He went to Spain
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And where he went, she went
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No Joan of Arc
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She was broken discarded
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And that was a long time ago
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Still, no more love songs
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No more love songs
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stil, you might as well live
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I'll drink to harmony
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Peace and disarmament
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I'll dance the victory waltz
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But no more love songs
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No more
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No More Love Songs
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Lloyd Cole |