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you see, I have this picture, all perfect and pretty |
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in which all is all that it seems |
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with a white picket fence home away from the city |
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to live the American Dream |
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and it's you girl |
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that I see beside me |
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it's you girl |
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you're still on my mind |
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and it's you girl that I see beside me in time |
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how I long for the 50's in all of its glory |
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when Dean was the man and Monroe always smiled |
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I know life ain't a movie, no dime novel story |
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but I go for either the truth or a lie |
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and it's you girl that I see beside me |
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it's you girl you're still on my mind |
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and it's you girl that I see beside me in time |
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so many boys are so damn close to perfect |
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so many boys so much funner than me |
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but I'll try my hardest to make us so happy |
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so just like the good Lord meant it to be |
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and it's you girl |
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that I see beside me |
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it's you girl |
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I stare myself blind |
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and it's you girl that I see beside me in time |
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and it's you girl |
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that I see beside me |
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it's you girl |
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I know my own mind |
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and it's you girl all of the time |
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all of the time |
