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Everyone I ever loved or even care about has some kind of troubled background |
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You see it in their eyes looking at each other in a secondhand store |
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Think you found the one we can make this work I guess |
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We can make a run so much hope |
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All you gotta do or all I gotta do is spend time on it |
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I'm on the rack again |
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Almost healed ironed and smooth |
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Please take me where I belong |
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And I will tell you |
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Baby you're the prettiest one |
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Why can't you come along? |
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Well it's all right it's all right |
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I mean hey look who you're talking to |
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You really want my opinion |
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Messing up in love everyone should do |
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And then we get better at it |
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Everybody and their broken hearts |
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All reaching out to you |
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The sun is peeking thru leaves and branches of nearby trees |
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Silhouettes play on naked white walls here on Branden Street |
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Had it not been for the reminder of the distant droning freeways |
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You would be surprised |
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If someone tried to tell you girl |
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LA is no paradise |
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But I'm coming back again |
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Almost healed ironed and smooth |
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Because this is where I belong |
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And I will tell you |
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Baby you're the prettiest one |
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Just wish you'd come along |
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Well it's all right it's all right |
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I mean hey look who you're talking to |
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I'll never stop dreaming |
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Messing up in love everyone should do |
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And then we get better at it |
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Everybody and their broken hearts |
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All reaching out to you |
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Feed off the sparks from your Al Pacino eyes |
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Till they burn right thru |
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Well it's all right it's all right |
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I mean hey look who you're talking to |
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I'll never stop dreaming |
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Messing up in love everyone should do |
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We might just get better at it |
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See everybody and their broken hearts |
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And us wannabe Heartbreakers too |
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Feed off the sparks from your Al Pacino eyes |
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Until they burn right thru |
