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| Shadows fall in the places we used to play
My toys have all been packed away
The rocking horse rocks in its box
A spinning top and Corporal Clott
Are a dusty lot
Many times I said I'd drop you a line
I guess I'm just a rotten swine
Who takes his time
And walks for fun when she should run
The damaged one is you old chum
(chorus)
Who's the sucker now (x2)
Could someone shed some light on this love affair
Ans help to make me quite aware
Of what is meant by wicked thoughts
That have been sent
My memory is empty
(chorus)
Its too late now there's no time
the truth is locked in my mind
To wonder and look in my eyes
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