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Talking all the talk that makes me feel strong |
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Going all the places where smiles greet me |
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Can't get it through my headthat |
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I did nothing wrong |
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It would be easier if |
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I had myself to blame |
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But it's pouring rain under my umbrella |
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CHORUS:I tried walking around,'round these streets by myself |
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Said "pretty girl don't look down" |
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But I could look no place else |
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The smiles, the bed, the telephone |
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And still |
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I can't make him see |
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And I can't call this life my own |
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Cause I'm not where |
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I want to be |
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Going out with the girls on a |
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Saturday night |
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Reaching out to strangersso |
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I don't feel deeply moved |
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Yeah they're my friends and |
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I like them alright |
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But they can't do the things that we used to do |
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So I've got to say that |
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I miss you baby |
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CHORUSIt's amazing how one little broken heart |
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Can radiate so much pain |
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Some guy looked at me and then he turned away |
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Saw my eyes sayin' |
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I will never fall again |
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Don't look down |
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But I could look no place else |
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The smiles, the bed, the telephone |
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Still I can't make him see |
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I can't call my life my own |
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Cause I'm not where |
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I want to be |
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I tried walking around, |
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By myselfSaid "pretty girl don't look down" |
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But I could look no place else |
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The smiles, the bed, the telephone |
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Still I can't make him see |
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I can't call this life my own |
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Cause I'm not where |
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I want to be'round these streets by myself |
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Said "pretty girl don't look down" |
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But I could look no place else |
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The smiles, the bed, the telephone |
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And still |
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I can't make him see |
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I can't call this life my own |
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Cause I'm not where |
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I want to be |
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No, I'm not where |
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I want to be |
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Oh noo, no no |
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No, I'm not where |
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I want to be |
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No, I'm not where |
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I want to be |
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Oh no, I'm not where |
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I want to be |
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No, I'm not where |
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I want to be |
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No, I'm not where |
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I want to be |
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No no, I'm not where |
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I want to be |
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I tried walking around,'round these streets by myself |
|
Said "pretty girl don't look down" |
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But I could look no place else |
|
The smiles, the bed, the telephone |
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And still |
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I can't make him see |
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And I can't call this life my own |
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Cause I'm not where |
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I want to be |
