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Papa Vs Pretty
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Suburban Joan of Arc
Well, Sadie came home with a bloody eye, And a temperature She threw her schoolbag between the TV, and the furniture Cest La Vie, little Joan of Arc With a knife in her hand, and a mother's love, she turns and says: 'Whatever you have to tell, don't tell anyone!' Well, don't tell anyone! They say revenge, it is the drug Oh, that brings you foward to whatever little thing that's ever pissed you off, oh! Cest La Vie, little Joan of Arc With a knife in her hand and a mother's love, she turns and says: 'Whatver you have to tell, don't tell anyone!' Don't tell anyone! ... The river drifts like a jetstream into fiction Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And all the lads flow the hall, wooden floorboards and the hits from '94! Blown through cheap speakers into ears making memories, and in the bathroom someone's stopped breathing in the bathroom someone's stopped breathing! Oh, no one deserves it, but she had it coming No one deserves it but she had it coming. Yeah! She had it coming! Ooh, Cest La Vie, little Joan of Arc With a knife in her hand, and a mother's love, she turns and says: 'Whatever you have to tell, don't tell anyone!' 'Whatever you have to tell, don't tell anyone!' D-don't tell anyone. D-don't tell anyone. Dont you, tell.
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