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By Marc Almond, When I was seventeen
I was chasing after dreams
In southport
I had
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By Marc Almond, A lover spurned, a lesson learned
On love you've got your
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By Marc Almond, I really must stop always being the childChasing his youth
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By Marc Almond, There are many who have laid with meThen got up
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By Marc Almond, Why can't I be on my own
Just me and the
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By Marc Almond, (Race of Abel)Eat, sleep and drinkGod smiles on you contentedly(Race
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By Marc Almond, I just can't get enoughI just can't get enoughAnd I
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By Marc Almond, Wild wild child of the London nightProwling under cover of
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By Marc Almond, You kissed my grateful skinAnd left a chain of bites
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By Marc Almond, We find love, you and IIt's a new game to
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By Marc Almond, Every morningNow I prayThe phantom painsNot to come againA million
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By Marc Almond, A stiletto scrapes the pavement
Leaving a red streak of paint
Breaks
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By Marc Almond, He's bringing troubleA suitcase of heartacheAnother sad scene on the
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By Marc Almond, Don't shut your eyesWhen they're lighting up the skiesI just
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By Marc Almond, When bad people kissIt's an ocean unchainedWhen bad people kissIt's
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By Marc Almond, Searching through the memory books
Of photographs your lovers took
Why play
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By Marc Almond, LoveIs a beautiful brutal thingIt sings at night like the
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By Marc Almond, Here's to the bruised and the broken heartedHere's to dear
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By Marc Almond, I'm praying at my bedroom shrineSaying the words to make
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By Marc Almond, Sunday morning going slow
I'm talking to the radio
Clothes and records
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By Marc Almond, Now you're kissing other guysAnd when you kiss you close
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By Marc Almond, A little bitterA little sweetThat's how I like my life
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By Marc Almond, Black kissKiss deepInsideYour sleepDark loveYou craveBlack kissI gaveBlack kissInspireCold heartOn
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By Marc Almond, Cherubim, black seraphim
Attend the head of horns
The darkest of the
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By Marc Almond, Down in black mountain
A child will smack your face
Down in
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By Marc Almond, The boy with the young heart left the boy with
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By Marc Almond, Instrumental
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By Marc Almond, You're running for the kitchen drawer to find a knifeto
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By Marc Almond, You and I
Were born to cry
Always seem
To be saying goodbye
You
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By Marc Almond, That's the way you go
The city is so cold
And i,