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No cameras, no lights, no stars in my eyes |
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And no way of getting through to you |
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No writing, nor call with a two-time tart |
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And no way to make a dream come true |
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Walking up the street, take a hold of my hand |
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Its just a postcard of the place i knew |
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Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad |
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Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad |
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Funny little things i thought i never had |
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No afternoon cafe(?), missing english and math |
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And off to the slammin' summer coast |
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No waiter, no tips no movies, no scripts |
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And no way of getting into my post |
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Riding up the street take a hold of my wheel |
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Its just a life time and i make the most |
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Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad |
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Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad |
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Funny little things i thought i never had |
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Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad |
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Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad |
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Funny little things i thought i never had |
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No walking down the beach, no girls left to speak |
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And no time to mess around with a kiss |
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No wlaking her home, when she is feeling alone |
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And no time to get her under the peir |
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Running up the steets, you can catch us if you can |
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This is my lifetime and i will not fear |
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Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad |
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Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad |
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Funny little things i thought i never had |
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Funny little things i thought i never had |
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Funny little things i thought i never had |