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By Lloyd Cole, Life begins at thirty
So I have been told
I can easily
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By Lloyd Cole, She drove her mother's car, 'twas a 2cv
I was most
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By Lloyd Cole, my friend parker is a painter a poet and a
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By Lloyd Cole, Didn't I hear you say your heart's made out of
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By Lloyd Cole, Does it hurt to be polite
Or is it just cool
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By Lloyd Cole, She's calling up her old boyfriends
I'm falling in love with
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By Lloyd Cole, I?m serving 12 to 15, working the coffee machine
I?ve got
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By Lloyd Cole, Looking like a Born Again, living like a heretic
Listening to
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By Lloyd Cole, Wasting my time
A shadow on the riverbank
Watching my reflection go
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By Lloyd Cole, Sign your name without apology
Sign on, sign on
Keep your eye
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By Lloyd Cole, High tide
In the cool of the mist
Walking in the shadows
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By Lloyd Cole, Blaming mary jane I'm drinking cheap -bahrein-
She's getting prettier by
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By Lloyd Cole, Jimmy's in the bathroom
He took all your pills it gave
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By Lloyd Cole, Walking in the rain walking with jesus and jane
Jane was
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By Lloyd Cole, You were an innocent child before I laid my hands
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By Lloyd Cole, You've been talking in circles now for years man
Lesson number
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By Lloyd Cole, I was looking for a rhyme for the New York
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By Lloyd Cole, I remember you well in the chelsea hotel,
You were talking
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By Lloyd Cole, I've been bought and sold
I've been hung upside down
So you
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By Lloyd Cole, When you're nothing to no one
And you're less than you
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By Lloyd Cole, Some say that you may soon be leaving town
Do you
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By Lloyd Cole, I want to take you down to the side of
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By Lloyd Cole, Don't hesitate, there is no time like now
For you to
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By Lloyd Cole, To the corner of the market
Place your wager to the
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By Lloyd Cole, From northerton to northern california
Folk don't really change
And there's always
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By Lloyd Cole, I took 15 years to break your spell
I loved you
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By Lloyd Cole, Heaven is a shadow of your live
I'm a lonesome
Alcoholic for
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By Lloyd Cole, She crossed herself as she put on her things
She has
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By Lloyd Cole, I was woken up at four A.M.
By your screams and
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By Lloyd Cole, This one's from the hip
Oh mother you have sorely misjudged