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They never met, the singer and the swinger |
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She walked in, they walked around each other |
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Fighting for the mirror and smiling |
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She was awkward |
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I was tongue tied |
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She was goofy |
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And she aspired to perfection as a hipster |
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And she asked me |
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?How should I wear my problem hair |
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My dirty, no good problem hair?? |
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She asked me |
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I blew it |
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I knew it |
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I always wonder how things could?ve been |
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(I wouldn?t waste time dreaming about me) |
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Spend every second day just |
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dreaming how the ?rst one ought to be |
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My dream was realised but I was sleeping |
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I was sleeping |
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I caught the girl, her eyelids started to ?utter |
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And in my arms |
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She passed out cold, are you okay? |
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Just lie still you?ll feel better |
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(What happened? I want to go home) |
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Feel better |
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(Where am I, what have I got on?) |
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Feel better |
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(You say that but how do you know?) |
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Feel better |
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(Who are you, what do you want?) |
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I always wonder how things could?ve been |
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(I wouldn?t waste time dreaming about me) |
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Spend every second day just |
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dreaming how the ?rst one ought to be |
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My dream was realised but I was sleeping |
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I was sleeping |
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I was sleeping |
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I was sleeping |
