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[Verse]
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From the Hamilton to the A3
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 She must have been about 17 going on 18
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 They used to undercharge her at the overpass
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 Cigarettes taste best when they taste like daydreams
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 But the days are long gone now
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 But she still looks back
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 Back to the first ever boy she loved
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Who didn't love her back


[Chorus]
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My Joan of Arc
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A martyr in my bed
                   Eb
There's three kind words
                      Ab
She never heard said


[Verse]
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I was caravans, bands, cans and backseats
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She was more diazepam, trams, tans and spreadsheets
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Looking back then we both laugh
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Funny how you never give a fuck when you're 20
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But she was alone then
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And it still makes her mad
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How the boys use to lead her on
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Just to get in her pants


[Chorus]
Db          Eb
My Joan of Arc
  Ab           Db
A martyr in my bed
           Eb
Her lonely heart
    Ab              Db
Can find it hard to forgive and forget
                  Eb
The love she once had
      Ab               Db
Would run as soon as he read
                  Eb
Those three kind words
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She never heard said


[Verse]
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So from the anagrams to the flat keys
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Spend most of our time now counting back from 30
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My old mate Terry just got discharged
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At her majesty's pleasure he was never that cosy
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But these older days we know now
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Though they're not all that
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They're some of the best ever days
                 Bb
That I'll ever have


[Chorus]
Db          Eb
My Joan of Arc
  Ab           Db
A martyr in my bed
           Eb
Her lonely heart
    Ab              Db
Can find it hard to forgive and forget
                  Eb
The love she once had
      Ab               Db
Would run as soon as he read
                  Eb
Those three kind words
                      Ab
She never heard said