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Bauhaus - Swing the heartache
Out of her mouth it came as no surprise
lipstick stained and whip-cream lies
I feel that if I had been uglier
it would have been easier
There it sat, blinked and spat
in a black feather hat
and the 'the rat'
(I now possess quasi success)
But she wants to be a better singer
swing the heartache
just for her sake
but she wants to be a better singer
swing the heartache
just for her sake.
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