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well here i am |
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walking down the street again |
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like the scene of a movie |
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just me and the garbage cans |
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clicking my shoes on the ground |
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like an aristocrat |
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and the power of conviction |
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yeah, i always fall for that |
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and i know why i say goodbye |
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it's always true; brown not blue |
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i got no car, got no cash |
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how could it last? |
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cheer up moon |
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the stars will keep you compny |
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i'm allright now |
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i just let it get a piece of me |
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all gives a damn |
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well i probably say "i don't" it's true |
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if the truth were to be known now |
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i guess i'd probably say "i do" |
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(chorus) |
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i know why i always do |
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i always fall for "i love you" |
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it's the crack of the whip; |
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the sting of the lash |
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the absence of "there" |
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comes on in a flash |
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it's all make make believe |
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it's all smoke and ash |
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it's all they believe |
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it's not made to last |
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it's trash |
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well here i am |
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(chorus) |