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Here she comes with her almost ideal eyes |
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and her flawless skin and her petulant pout |
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The memory of such a long blond alibi |
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still makes me want to shout out loud and clear |
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When you clear your head my dear |
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you can't come out here in those stolen clothes |
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Telling me all about some mystery |
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I hope she isn't one, I hope she isn't one of those |
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Almost ideal eyes |
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Viewed through a rosey hue |
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so beautiful, trusting |
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You find liberal is an insult now and care is what you pay for |
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Be sure of what you're wishing for, be careful what you pray for |
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When you look into those almost ideal |
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Love is smiles, he will hypnotize you while |
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He tries to analyze your dreams |
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Fill you up with all his big ideas while he really wants to make you |
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Scream out loud at the phony innocence |
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and pained pretence and the dismal rage. |
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The vacant lot that thankfully time forgot |
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Where you never have to act, you never have to act your age |
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Almost ideal eyes |
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Viewed through a rosey hue |
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so beautiful, trusting |
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you find stupid is a compliment and thrill is what you play for |
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Be sure of what you're wishing for, be careful what you pray for |
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When you look into those almost ideal eyes |
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In despair all your friends get uglier |
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and you find you're wearing an evening gown |
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Weeping over some tiny broken bird |
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while the sky is decorated |
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shocking pink and a dirty shade of brown |
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and you think you need to be tranquil |
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Lies the fear that befits your new career |
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Whatever you invent you'll never be content with |
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Almost ideal eyes |
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Viewed through a rosey hue |
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so beautiful, trusting |
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rebellion is just currency, the moon is what you pay for |
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be sure of what you're looking for, be careful what you pray for |
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when you look into those almost ideal eyes |
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Here she comes, here she comes now... |
