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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, breathing's great |
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Lord, we've cooked ourselves |
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Now were cookin' up an ass kickin' time (didn't we?) |
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This town is nuts, my kind of place |
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I don't want to leave |
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I don't never, never, never, never want to leave. |
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I never, never, never, never want to leave |
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Never, never |
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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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Everyone 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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The air here, breathing's great |
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Lord, we've cooked ourselves |
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Now were cookin' up an ass kickin' time (didn't we?) |
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This town is nuts, my kind of place |
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I don't want to leave |
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I don't never, never, never, never want to leave. |
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I never, never, never, never want to leave |
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Never, never |
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I'm taking my car - I never want to leave |
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I'm taking my car.. |
