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I threw away your greatest hits |
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You left them here the day you split |
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Your bass guitar and Shag CD |
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Well they don't mean that much to me right now |
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I'm going through your things |
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These days, I'm changing all my strings |
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Gonna write you a letter |
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Gonna write you a book |
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I wanna see your reaction |
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I wanna see how it looks |
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Way up on your cloud |
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Where you've been hiding out |
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Well, are you getting somewhere |
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Or did you get lost in Amsterdam? |
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You won't get too far from me |
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Believing everything you read |
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You're wasted in the great unknown |
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And I am finally ready to dispose |
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All your vintage clothes |
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Your drugs and every secret code |
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Gonna write you a letter |
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Gonna write you a book |
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I wanna see your reaction |
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I wanna see how it looks |
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Way up on your cloud |
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Where you've been hiding out |
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Well, are you getting somewhere |
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Or did you get lost in Amsterdam? |
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From your red balloon you were |
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A super high tech jet fighter |
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Floating over planet earth |
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Come back down here |
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I'll show you where it hurts |
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Take this bitter pill, is it easy to swallow? |
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Gonna write you a letter |
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Gonna write you a book |
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I wanna see your reaction |
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I wanna see how it looks |
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Way up on your cloud |
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You're never coming down |
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Or are you getting somewhere |
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Or did you get lost in Amsterdam? |
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Amsterdam |
