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| 3:32 | 
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Hey baby Jane, you have been climbing down the drain
And you run in the rain to the playground climbing frame And the air seems so good and moist and cool When you meet him by the swimming pool What's a girl to do? When you're locked up in Mother Goose's shoe And you're hanging, and you're hanging, and you're hanging With the wrong crowd You're hanging, and you're hanging, and you're hanging With the wrong crowd Dad owns a bank and is known by the name of Hank, And your Mum hates your pranks and she gives the Almighty thanks for your food, which is rank and puts him in a dangerous mood and it's true they hate your friends like you What's a girl to do? When you're yearning for something else new And you're hanging, and you're hanging, and you're hanging With the wrong crowd You're hanging, and you're hanging, and you're hanging With the wrong crowd You're hanging, you're hanging, you're hanging With the wrong crowd |
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| 4:09 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:08 |
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When you're on your own
You walk in the rain You walk around the house Then walk around it again You pretend you're happy That you've got it all But don't be upset If you fall on your knees And beg like a dog I've reached a low, don't you know You're the apple of my eye I'm running low, with this show No matter how I try I'm sick of this angst, don't need thanks You're the apple of my eye I drink a lot of wine When I am alone I lose my track of time My ideas turn to stone I pretend I'm sad That I'm still so small But I'm not upset If I fall on my knees And beg like a dog I've reached a low, don't you know You're the apple of my eye I'm running low, with this show No matter how I try I'm sick of this angst, don't need thanks You're the apple of my eye I've reached a low, don't you know You're the apple of my eye I'm running low, with this show No matter how I try I'm sick of this angst, don't need thanks You're the apple of my eye |
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| 4:03 |
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| 3:17 |
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| 3:41 |
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Scream through the silence and over the hills
10 thousand years have gone by Passing the islands and broken down mills The train silhouettes through the skyline Mere emotion, see the ocean Just for one day Life speeded up since you threw me a smile Please don't jump on the train for a short while yet Waking up with cold feet Wine stains on my shirt Flat out in sparse fields of dry wheat Going to Sunday church Leaves on the trees splinter out of control While the wind blows the dust on my face Down in the valley where nobody goes I can't help feeling sad in this place Mere motion, see the ocean Just for one day The whistle of the distant train The whistle of the distant train |
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