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By Kirsty Maccoll, It was Christmas eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man
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By Kirsty Maccoll, He had the kind of face she'd seen on the
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By Kirsty Maccoll, (kirsty maccoll)
Seven times in seven days
I've sat and wished my
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By Kirsty Maccoll, (kirsty maccoll)
I thought of you when they closed down the
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By Kirsty Maccoll, I'm so alone now
Turn to stone now
Won't someone free me
Love
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By Kirsty Maccoll, Where can I find the words to describe
The way that
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By Kirsty Maccoll, I must have fallen on my feet
A hundred times or
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By Kirsty Maccoll, Happy to see you again
I'm happy 'cos you're a girl's
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By Kirsty Maccoll, Sometimes you look so sad that I could cry
And sometimes
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By Kirsty Maccoll, (kirsty maccoll/jem finer)
I couldn't hear him when he called to
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By Kirsty Maccoll, He was just a friend of mine
I'd run in to
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By Kirsty Maccoll, You go to my head till I'm losing my mind
Your
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By Kirsty Maccoll, Here comes that man again
It's always ?round midnight
That Amsterdam creeps
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By Kirsty Maccoll, I hear a lot of talk about the things you
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By Kirsty Maccoll, He buys me movies and I am the star
He sends
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By Kirsty Maccoll, I once met a man with a sense of adventure
He
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By Kirsty Maccoll, It wouldn't take a long time to explain what lies
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By Kirsty Maccoll, I'd like to say that you gave me the best
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By Kirsty Maccoll, (kirsty maccoll/david ruffy)
Behind a burning bush he's waiting
Like a sleepless
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By Kirsty Maccoll, (Kirsty MacColl)
Chaque journee dans la foret de mimosas
Dans
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By Kirsty Maccoll, (kirsty maccoll)
Chaque journee dans la foret de mimosas
Dans le parking
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By Kirsty Maccoll, I think I just recalled a time
It was not the
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By Kirsty Maccoll, It's a funny old world for london girls...
I woke up
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By Kirsty Maccoll, (kirsty maccoll/pete glenister)
I was born and I was bred
I was
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By Kirsty Maccoll, I know an island where the people are kind
And the
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By Kirsty Maccoll, (kirsty maccoll)
Maybe it's imaginary, I'd like to know
What's the world
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By Kirsty Maccoll, If you go to acapulco
When you take your holiday
Have some
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By Kirsty Maccoll, Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today
Madam
Miss Otis regrets
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By Kirsty Maccoll, 'Mother's ruin', she said to herself
"I'm just screwing my own
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By Kirsty Maccoll, It's no use knocking on my door
I won't be answering