| Where have all the good girls gone?
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| Was there ever one?
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| They will win you with their eyes
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| Then trap you in their thighs
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| Stay away from love, stay away, boys
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| Far away, far away, far away
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| Far away, far away, far away
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| As the lights of home draw near
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| There’s a black cat at my door
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| And he spoke to me
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| In a manner low and mean
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| She ain’t here, she ain’t here, she ain’t here, oh no
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| Far away, far away, far away
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| Far away, far away, far away
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| Mother and my sisters three
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| Forgive these words I speak
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| For all them pretty, pretty girls
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| With their lips and their curls
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| Have robbed my pride from me, dear mom
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| Far away, far away, far away
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| Far away, far away, far away
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| Where have all the good girls gone?
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| Was there ever one?
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| They will win you with their eyes
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| Then they’ll trap you in their thighs
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| Stay away from love, stay away, boys
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| Far away, far away, far away
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| Far away, far away, far away |