Jean, why do you dream of those pointless petty crimes
It's your love not mine
It's your love not mine
Jean, won't you tell me, what were the drugs for?
I didn't feel a thing
Did you feel anything?
and oh, those blissful sunny afternoons
when we forgot what time was
do you know what it was
Jean, what was the point of spending money on everything
Don't you know it's all gone
Did you leave when it was gone
and oh, want you write to me soon
tell me what you want to do
tell me what it meant to you
Jean, won't you tell me, what were the drugs for?
I didn't feel a thing
Did you feel anything?
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