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Honey when I brought you here you said that you would sing(?) |
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You said that you would win(?) your way to fortune and fame |
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Now I've given everything to keep you warm and clean |
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I didn't bat an eye when you changed your name |
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I'm getting tired of hearing people call you someone else |
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I'm getting tired of seeing you go to work in the morning and eating |
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supper by myself |
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Now this Hollywood producer has offered you the world |
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He lets you drive his sporty new Camaro |
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Wonder just how many girls he's told that story to |
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How many dreams have gone away in sorrow |
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I'm getting tires of biting my nails and pumping gasoline |
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I'm getting tired of waiting for you to figure out why this city is |
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Mae Jean run back home with me and I'll go back to working on your |
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daddy's farm |
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Mae Jean run back home with me |
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This wicked cities bound to do us harm |
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Now all this time I helped you with your promising career |
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I never said one word about your singing |
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I just want to let you know that you'll still be my star |
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If you say goodbye to Hollywood |
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And do your singing in the shower |
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Mae Jean run back home with me back to where the air is clean + free |
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May Jean run back home with me |
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If this city doesn't get us first it's gonna sink into the sea |