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There she is on a lifeboat. |
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There she is setting sail. |
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There she is in someone else's dreams. |
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There she is looking beautiful. |
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There she is again. |
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There she is in a mountain stream. |
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Hollywood, wouldn't she? |
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Hollywood. |
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There she is in the kitchen. |
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There she is out at sea. |
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There she is enveloping me. |
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She said she's just a mirror, |
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Said she leads the way. |
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Babble on and dooming me today. |
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Hollywood, wouldn't she? |
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Hollywood. |
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The sun sighs, |
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Wave upon wave. |
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In the grass and dew |
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I dance for you. |
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Hollywood, wouldn't she? |
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Hollywood. |
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And in winter we shall ride in a pink carriage with blue cushions. |
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That kiss ran down your neck like a little spider. |
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We will find it, |
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Though it is a great traveler. |
