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We spent the day just talking |
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Consumed by small town wanderlust |
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You know it got me thinking |
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THere's so few people I can trust |
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And you say I have been naive |
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That one day everybody leaves |
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Well now I've got some last request |
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CHORUS |
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I just want to pull your rickshaw all around the town |
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I just want to sit with you and never make a sound |
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I just want to wear, I just want to wear your ripped up hand-me-downs |
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You left your mark on me and now you're leaving |
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We don't get any younger |
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Well I suppose that no one does |
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We say we like the thunder |
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But lightning strikes and we cuss |
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Where do you got to stunt your fear |
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Well you say anywhere but here |
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But I think you should know by now |
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I just want to pull your rickshaw all around the town |
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I just want to take your picture spinning 'round and 'round |
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I just want to wear, i just want to wear your ripped up hand-me-downs |
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You left your mark on me and now you're leaving |
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And I can't tell you not to leave |
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All of the tricks hid up your sleeve |
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You never meant to show me |
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I never meant to know you well |
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I'll take you in to show and tell |
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Them off |
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I just want to pull your rickshaw all around the town |
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I just want to sit with you and laugh with you out loud |
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I just want to wear, I just want to wear your ripped up hand-me-downs |
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You left your mark on me and now you're leaving |
