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Girl in the park one day |
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Killing all the bugs on the pavement |
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Seems like she got a nasty streak |
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But she does it in a beautiful way |
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Like a bullet from a gun |
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She sparks and then she runs |
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The only thing she's sure of |
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Is that no one really understands |
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Sometimes, talking about things |
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Just seem so strange |
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Lie awake in the lonely night |
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Things just seem so strange |
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Maybe it's all prearranged |
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Tears on an empty page |
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Look out the window |
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See the full moon bloom |
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And this is what he says |
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Don't you worry |
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When you feel so lonely' |
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Cause everyone's lonely |
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They're all crazy too |
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Like their mothers |
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Like their fathers |
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Everyone's crazy |
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Sometimes she gets this way |
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About her when she sways |
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Slips into a liquid tune |
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And vanishes away |
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And it's only for herself |
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She can't bring anyone else |
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Everyone's got a special box |
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That they keep on a dusty shelf |
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Such a beautiful dangerous thing |
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Beautiful and strange |
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Making love to the night itself |
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Beautiful and strange |
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Maybe it's all prearranged |
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Tears on an empty page |
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Look out the window |
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See the full moon bloom |
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This is what he says |
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Don't you worry |
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If people call you crazy' |
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Cause everyone's crazy |
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They're all lonely too |
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Like their mothers |
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Like their fathers |
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Everyone's crazy |
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Under a lonely moon |
