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Brown suede shoes and corduroys |
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Greasy hair not out of choice |
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Trying hard to blend in with the boys |
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Standing in the corner of the room |
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He would see her every Friday night |
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Watching all the guys hold her so tight |
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Looks in her eyes |
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But she doesn't even know his name |
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He would give her just anything |
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To hear her voice |
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To hear her sing |
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"I love you" |
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Climbing mountains so high |
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He won't give in |
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Risk the thin thread of life |
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To find his dream |
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There is no turning back |
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In the face of attack |
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Looking for the key of her heart |
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She's the reason of his dreams |
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Heroine to his pirate king |
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Marilyn to his Jimmy Dean |
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Swept away to the sound of violins |
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Friday night and it's all for real |
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She don't know just how he feels |
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Maybe this could be her lucky day |
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He would give her just anything |
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To hear her voice |
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To hear her sing |
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"I love you" |
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Climbing mountains so high |
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He won't give in |
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Risk the thin thread of life |
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To find his dream |
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There is no turning back |
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In the face of attack |
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Looking for the key of her heart |