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Tears on the sleeve of a man, don't wanna be a boy today |
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Heard the eternal footman bought himself a bike to race |
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And Greg he writes letters and burns his CDs |
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They say you were something in those formative years |
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Hold onto nothing as fast as you can |
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Well, still pretty good year |
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Pretty good |
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Maybe a bright sandy beach |
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Is gonna bring you back, back, back |
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May not so now you're off |
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You're gonna see America |
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Well, let me tell you something about America |
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Pretty good year |
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Pretty good |
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Some things are melting now |
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Some things are melting now |
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Well, what's it gonna take |
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Till my baby's alright |
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What's it gonna take |
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Till my baby's alright |
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And Greg he writes letters |
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With his birthday pen |
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Sometimes he's aware that they're drawing him in |
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But Lucy was pretty |
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Your best friend agreed |
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Well, still pretty good year |
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Pretty good |
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Pretty good year |