| I was young, I was just sixteen then,
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| when you came up from Burma one day.
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| And you told me to pack up my suitcase,
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| and I did, and you took me away.
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| I said, «Do you work nice and steady,
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| or do you go sailing and roving out to sea?»
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| And you said, «I have a job on the railroad,
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| and baby, how swell it’s all gonna be.»
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| You said a lot, Johnny. |
| It was all lies.
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| You sure had me fooled, right from the start.
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| I hate you when you laugh at me like that.
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| Take that pipe out of your mouth, Johnny.
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| Surabaya Johnny. |
| Is it really the end?
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| Surabaya Johnny. |
| Will the hurt ever mend?
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| Surabaya Johnny. |
| Ooh, I burn at your touch.
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| You got no heart, Johnny, but oh, I love you so much.
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| Oh, at first you were kind and gentle,
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| 'til I packed up and went off with you.
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| And it lasted two weeks until one day
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| you laughed at me and hit me too.
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| You dragged me all over the city,
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| up the river and down to the sea.
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| Now I look at myself in the mirror
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| and some old woman looks back at me.
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| You didn’t want love, Johnny, you wanted money.
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| I gave you all I had. |
| You wanted more.
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| Oh, don’t look at me that way.
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| I’m only trying to talk to you.
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| Wipe that grin off your face, Johnny.
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| Surabaya Johnny. |
| Is it really the end?
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| Surabaya Johnny. |
| Will the pain never mend?
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| Surabaya Johnny. |
| How I burn at your touch.
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| You got no heart, Johnny, but oh, I love you so much.
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| When we met I forgot to ask you
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| why they called you that funny name,
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| but in every hotel on the seacoast
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| I found out, and I loved you all the same.
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| I’m tired. |
| I’m worn out.
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| The sea’s pounding in my ears.
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| And I reach out my arms to hold you.
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| You’re not here and who even cares?
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| You got no heart, Johnny. |
| You’re just no good.
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| You going now? |
| Oh, tell me why.
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| I love you after all, Johnny, like that very first day.
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| Don’t laugh at me no more, Johnny.
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| Surabaya Johnny. |
| Is it really the end?
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| Surabaya Johnny. |
| Will the hurt ever mend?
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| Surabaya Johnny. |
| Oh, I burn at your touch.
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| You got no heart, Johnny, but oh, I love you,
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| I love you, I love you so much. |