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I'm standing in a line |
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I been trying to find that girl of mine |
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I'm crying all the time |
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I been trying to find that girl of mine |
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But you're still at the bar |
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Handing out those photocopied pictures of your heart |
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And as cute as they are |
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They can't conceal your automatic eyes |
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With the mercury inside |
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I'm stranded here all night |
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I been trying to find that girl of mine |
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I'm picking dandelions |
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I been trying to find that girl of mine |
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I'm crying every night |
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Because of that girl of mine |
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I threw away all of my valentines |
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But you're still at the bar |
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Handing out those photocopied x-rays of your heart |
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But as fine as they are |
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They never hide your carbon copy eyes |
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With the wrecking ball inside. |
