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Looked a lot like Evangelista |
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Strange to think I'd ever miss her so |
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Never got to meet her sister |
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She was young and I was far too old |
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Was this love superficial |
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Or was it me? |
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I had a superlove experience |
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When I was seventeen |
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I'd like to fly |
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I've got to try |
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I've got to find a way out but |
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Here comes Lucy Jones |
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Man how she's grown |
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Bet she gives it away |
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Now she looks like Monday morning |
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Waiting patiently, she tells me so |
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The years they seem to go so fast |
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I wish there was a moment I could hold |
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Was this love superficial |
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Or was it me? |
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I had a superlove experience |
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When I was seventeen |
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I'd like to fly |
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I've got to try |
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I've got to find a way out but |
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Here comes Lucy Jones |
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Man how she's grown |
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Bet she gives it away |
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I'm so glad she found me |
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I still love her madly now |
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She's so cold and boring |
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Got to go to church every Sunday morning |
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I think she's married now |
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With a car and a house |
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And she's one on the way |
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And she's one on the way |
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Here comes Lucy Jones |
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Man how she's grown |
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Bet she gives it away |
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I'm so glad she found me |
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I still love her madly |
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There goes Lucy Jones |
