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She opened her heart to a tearaway |
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Sheepskin tearaway |
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He was full of scars |
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And full of heroin |
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Though she thought from the start |
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That no one single thing would ever be OK |
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Though she was proved wrong anyway |
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She opened her heart to a tearaway |
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And I, I thought she was asleep |
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They held on tight in the dark |
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And she heard him say |
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"All my life I've been fighting |
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And making the best of ??? |
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Of every bad ??? " |
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She opened her heart to a tearaway |
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He was full of scars and heroin |
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Though she thought from the start |
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That no one single thing would ever be OK |
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Her door, her purse and her heart |
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To a tearaway |
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To a tearaway |
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A sheepskin tearaway |
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She, she, she opened her heart |
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To a sheep, sheep, sheepskin tearway |
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She opened her heart to a tearaway |
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Sheepskin tearaway... |
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Though she knew from the start |
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That no one single heart would be ever be OK |
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Still she opened her heart to a tearaway |
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Tearaway |
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Sheepskin tearaway |
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She opened her heart... |
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At night they held on tight in the dark |
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And she brushed her hair away |
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She heard him say: "All my life I've been fighting |
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And making the best of ??? |
