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There she goes |
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She's walking down the boulevard |
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Paying absolutely no regard |
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To the people that she passes |
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Through those red-rimmed glasses |
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And she goes |
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Driving down the interstate |
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She's got to feeling quite irate |
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About her present situation |
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And the lack of her salvation |
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What can I say |
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To pacify your feeling gray |
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It probably wouldn't matter anyway |
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I'm just an accidental charlatan |
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In your world of fame and fortune |
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Ba ba ba |
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What can you say |
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We go and grab a bite to eat |
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I know a place on Mersey Street |
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Where the lights are hanging low |
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And the atmosphere's got soul |
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So let's go |
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We'll maybe catch a movie too |
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It'd just be me and you |
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We could sit in the back row |
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Wait until all the people go |
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And then we'll make out |
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Until the next morning comes |
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I promise I won't tell anyone |
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Except the little boy inside me |
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Who's been crying ever since you tied me |
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To your whim |
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Ba ba ba |
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There she goes |
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She's lighting up her cigarette |
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I think she's playing hard to get |
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Because everytime I see her |
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She hands me a pen and paper |
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And she says |
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"Draw me as a movie star |
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Make me look like Joan of Arc |
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A hero and a villain |
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Then I'll pretend that you're Bob Dylan |
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And we'll go home |
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And make love in the candlelight |
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Pretending everything's alright |
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Until I have the heart to tell you |
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That the picture that you just drew |
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Wasn't me" |
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Ba ba ba |
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I love to see her smile |
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As she looks into the camera |
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She speaks and I just stutter I...I...I |
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I'd like to get to know you |
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But I'm afraid to show |
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You my sins |
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So maybe we'd be better off |
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If we tried a different kind of love |
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Where we keep our independence |
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Love each other from a distance |
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It could be so good |
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You know we'd even keep the mystery |
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If you couldn't see inside of me |
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What a perfect situation |
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Space is our inebriation |
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Ba ba ba |
