| When we first met I didn’t know what to do
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| My old love lines were all worn out on you
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| And the world walked round my mouth
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| They lit me up and they snuffed me out
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| And I was everybody’s boy
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| But soon that thrill just fades
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| To be the love of one true heart
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| Or the Jack of all parades
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| You won’t know who to thank
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| You won’t know who to blame
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| It’s just a part of the Murdering Game
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| Because down in the fleshpots
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| Where they pay you in pounds
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| They’re laughing like drains
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| And baying like bloodhounds
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| For the Jack of all parades
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| The Jack of all parades
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| Once I knew a girl
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| That looked so much like Judy Garland
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| That people would stop and give her money
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| And everybody was Frankie, Jimmy or Bobby
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| Not the Jack, the Jack of all Parades
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| Oh the Jack, the Jack of all Parades
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| Oh the Jack, of all Parades
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| Now the way that I feel is no longer news
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| You know my love and how to refuse it
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| Because you know where the door is
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| And how to use it
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| Oh you know you do
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| But from my checked past
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| To this shattered terrace
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| Where you can’t keep your mind off
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| The Crimes of Paris
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| And you can’t keep your peace
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| And try to forget it
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| And I can’t forgive you
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| For things you haven’t done yet
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| Oh I was anybody’s boy
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| But soon that thrill just fades
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| To be the love of one true heart
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| Or the Jack of all parades
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| When we first met I didn’t know what to do
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| My old love lines were all worn out on you
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| And the world walked around my mouth
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| I didn’t mean to say it
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| I just blurted it out
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| As you pretended not to notice
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| Or be taken aback
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| And I loved you there and then
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| It’s as simple as that
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| Oh I was everybody’s boy
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| But soon that thrill just fades
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| To be the love of one true heart
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| Or the Jack of all parades
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| To be the love of one true heart
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| Or the Jack of all parades |