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Well I've been sittin' here, thinkin' about you |
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'Bout what it is that you, you want from me |
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You know it seems that I still don't know you well |
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Know many faces I have seen |
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Still I try to make you happy |
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Still I try to make you sing |
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Now if you're wonderin' what I think of it all |
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Just read the back of this postcard |
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The air here, the water to is fine fine fine |
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We mixed us up, Lord, man's, women and child |
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This town is nuts my kind of place |
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I don't wanna leave |
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Don't ever ever wanna leave |
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This town is nuts, my kind of place |
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I don't wanna leave |
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Don't never, ever wanna leave |
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I see you in a |
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Thousand costumes |
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Strike many a silent pose |
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I heard you tell a thousand stories |
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Each one in a different voice |
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Still I try to make you happy |
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Still I try to make you sing |
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Now if you're wonderin' what I think of it all |
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Just read the back of this postcard |
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Breathe, the feelin' here is fine |
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We walked us out |
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Lord good lovin' time |
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Lord, this town is nuts, my kind of place |
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I don't wanna leave, no |
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Never, never wanna leave you |
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Don't never wanna leave |
