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Matchbooks of lonely places i'll never find |
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Clocks on wall spaces, some peice of mind |
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I'll never find |
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What good would it be, |
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What good would it be, |
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If you could change every river |
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That ran through your life and mine? |
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Coz from here to the country line |
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Counts one hundred and ninety-nine |
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Oh the Scarsdale will be on time |
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You know shoe shine costs a dime |
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Hootenanny Annie had a party in the yard |
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You could smell the barby out on Ocean Boulevard |
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Where I went to find, some peice of mind |
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What good would it be, |
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What good would it be, |
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If you could change every heartache |
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That ran though your life and mine? |
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Coz from here to the country line |
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Counts one hundred and ninety-nine |
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Oh the Scarsdale will be on time |
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You know shoe shine costs a dime |
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With the washroom lights of a bowling alley in your face |
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You know your car and your plates are really out of place |
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That goes for your soul |
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Some holy rock 'n' roll |
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What good would it be, |
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What good would it be, |
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If you could change every heartache |
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That ran though your life and mine? |
