oh, Jane
they say that you are plain
but you’re not
it’s driving me insane, Jane
but I can hear the rain
that stains the window
it’s a
strain
when I’m with you, Jane
not to be profane
and curse all those
who are stopping us from being alone
my heart is slain
over you, Jane
I’m going down the drain
again
oh, Jane
let’s take a train
or aeroplane
and go to Spain
my brain
is hurting, Jane
for without you I am like
a train without a track
a front without a back
a white without a black
a tick without a tack
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