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It wasn't just the much repeated walk home along that same old road that made me pack up my troubles in my old rucksack and move away. It had been brewing on an unwatched hob for a while.

Back off slowly Sprint like hell Fall into an open well Moonwalk with a sexy grin Ride off aboard a sleek gazelle Yell: ‘Je ne t’aime pas, mademoiselle!’ Or glue him to a carousel

Don’t turn around ‘Cause I don’t want to see Your eyes when you look at me. Just let me hold you Stay here in the dark Don’t let the world tear us apart. You’ve been so good to me

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