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Pretty girl, wrecking' bar |
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Ra ra ra ra yeah you are |
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Growing up, I'm twice the man |
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I am |
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The angel's game, F Scott Fitzgerald |
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The evening news and the morning herald |
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I know they're not from very far |
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But those girls do nothing for me |
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Where you been? You can't say? |
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Hey hey hey hey yeah you may |
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That might seem a bit below |
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No no no it's funny though |
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Let's go home, I think we oughtta |
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I know you're your mother's daughter |
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Well brought up and royal blue |
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But I haven't got the time for you |
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Finger pointing, pre-supposing |
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Watch out man the doors are closing |
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This is what you get when you turn your back |
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A clear blue sky turning dirty black |
