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Packed his bags and drove across the bridge |
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To where she waits by the garden gate |
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On the porch with a lemonade by the cherry trees |
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Won't she be pleased? |
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'Cause when the call of Hollywood comes |
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You know it's time |
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To come home to where you know |
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And you've grown |
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Took her to the church |
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Put a ring around her neck |
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Like they did |
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When they were kids |
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Just a dot on the map |
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But there he was |
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Ghost of a movie star |
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Road pointing home |
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On the lonely stretch |
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Before you forget what it was |
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That brought you here |
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And takes you near to your fate |
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(Don't wait) |
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He buried something in this, wonderful |
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From castles in Spain where she came |
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It's for the people that you miss |
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The girls and boys that you'll never kiss |
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It's for what went wrong |
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It's for what went right |
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It's for what went wrong |
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It's for what went right |
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Pier's sad: I'll climb the tree |
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Branches below the moon singing bye-bye |
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But the door is closing fast on her past |
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She can't go back |
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This fairytale won't warm your heart tonight |
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She's been broken, beaten, and bruised |
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But still believin' |
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I've been broken, beaten, and bruised |
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But still believin' |
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Still believin' in you |
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Still believin' in you |
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Still believin' in you |
