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Every year is the same |
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And I feel it again, |
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I'm a loser - no chance to win. |
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Leaves start falling, |
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Come down is calling, |
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Loneliness starts sinking in. |
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But I'm one. |
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I am one. |
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And I can see |
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That this is me, |
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And I will be, |
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You'll all see |
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I'm the one. |
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Where do you get |
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Those blue blue jeans? |
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Faded patched secret so tight. |
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Where do you get |
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That walk oh so lean? |
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Your shoes and your shirts |
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All just right. |
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But I'm one etc. |
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I got a Gibson |
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Without a case |
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But I can't get that even tanned look on my face. |
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Ill fitting clothes |
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I blend in the crowd, |
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Fingers so clumsy |
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Voice too loud. |
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But I'm one. |
