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A redwood tree, the radio
They moved them down the hall
A beauty queen from Idaho
Was broken in the fall
Never write a love song
Never write a trip hop
Never write a ballad
Got to get a grip now
'Cause nothing ever matters
If you hide away from it all
In twenty years this place will be
Just like L.A. today
Never write a love song
Never write a trip hop
Never write a ballad
Got to get a grip now
'Cause nothing ever matters
If you hide away from it all
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Seventeen, high school queen, Yeah you're pretty cute I can see. Well you've come a long way since september, but Sylvie you oughtta remember, You know he's mine. You know he's mine. You know he's mine. Sylvie girl I'm a very patient person but I'll have to shut you down, If you don't give up your flirting. Leave him alone 'cos I know he loves me. Leave him alone 'cos he tells me he loves me. Over and over and over and over again. Over and over and over and over again. Seventeen, high school queen, Yeah you're pretty cute, I can see. Well you've come along way since September, But Sylvie you oughtta remember, You know he's mine. You know he's mine. You know he's mine. Sylvie girl, although you're my little sister, Well you're not without your charms, I'm not sure that he'll resist you. Give it all up, for we see you crying. Give it all up, 'cos I know you've been trying. Over and over and over and over again. Over and over and over and over again. Over and over and over and over again. (repeat to fade, with backing vocals of 'Oh, Sylvie girl, oh Sylvie girl.')
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Today I got up easy
You know I'm not a morning person
Never said I was leaving
I wasn't sure until this morning
Split screen our apartment
Where you still lie there sleeping
Keep feeling old cafes
He's the one who needs you baby
Will you really miss me
Will you really think about me
Yeah I'd like to think so
But as they say I'm always dreaming
Goodbye to the tower blocks
Last look at the town I'm leaving
Tall buildings and offices
And this all full of memories baby
Now I really don't care
'Cause I'm dying to get the sun in my hair
Yeah I really don't care
That I'm here and you're still there
Yeah I really don't care
'Cause I'm going to breathe the country air
Yeah I really don't care but it's okay
I've been driving for ages
Your tapes are starting to bore me
Well I think I should stop now
I'm not sure if I should call you
Split screen our apartment
Where you have seen my letters
Well I know its not Venus
But the scenery's getting better baby
Now I really don't care
'Cause I'm dying to get the sun in my hair
Yeah I really don't care
That I'm here and you're still there
Yeah I really don't care
'Cause I'm going to breathe the country air
Yeah I really don't care but it's okay
'Cause I'm dying to get the sun in my hair
Yeah I really don't care
That I'm here and you're still there
Yeah I really don't care
'Cause I'm going to breathe the country air
Yeah I really don't care but it's okay
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Checked-in at the airport half an hour late
Jackie caused a scene when we reached the gate
Sorry Mr. Pilot but you'll have to wait
Cause Paul's still in the duty free
When I'm far from home
You call me on the phone
Tell me everything that's happening in England
When I'm feeling blue
You call me something new
Another stupid name that makes me smile
And in a while
Ooh another coffee yeah
Ooh can you sense it in the air
Feels so good
Like someone really cares
Built my world around certain things you say
I think of nothing else at the close of day
Except for maybe how I ended up this way
Another drink before you go
MTV is on another dreary song
20 after 2 and I'm at a loss
Cause the hotel bar is closed
I walk across the road
Sound of Radio Boston makes me smile
And in a while
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We hadn't had our tea for long
When you said there's something wrong
Can I take this once again
You know I'd like to be a friend
Behind the wheel of my Capri
It seems it like no one's noticed me And now you're coming out from work And deep inside I feel so hurt
I saw the people crowding round
You didn't move or make a sound
Sky so overcast and grey
And something happened here today
She's got to run
Run away from home
You know she's got to run
Run away from home
She's got to run
You know she's got to run
Run away from home
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She walked out on you last Saturday
Under the wheels
Of a crowd on Main Street USA
Know how it feels
She said cancel everything
And like a fool
You never see what's happening
She dropped out school
Get away, let her go
Let her go now
Hey, in your brain
Yeah you know
Let her go now
I should have told you
To lose that girl
I should have told you
That's not your world
On her radio she turned the disco down
Disco down
She thought she'd look good in purple jeans from Santa Fe
And she overdosed on magazines
Just fade to grey
Get away, let her go
Let her go now
Hey, in your brain
Yeah you know
Let her go now
I should have told you
To lose that girl
I should have told you
That's not your world
On her radio she turned the disco down
Disco down
I should have told you
To lose that girl
I should have told you
That's not your world
I should have told you
I should have told you
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Last Thursday,
5:30
A shoot in Ladbrook Grove
Hours later
Hey waiter
Could you pour some more of those?
(All for you)
And when I'm all alone
(All for you)
I'm by the microphone
(All for you)
I see your photograph
(All for you)
Don't even want to laugh
Some secret
Must keep it
Hey, I wouldn't know who to tell
Next morning
Fair warning
Ooh, have you got something to sell?
(All for you)
And when I'm all alone
(All for you)
I'm by the microphone
(All for you)
I see your photograph
(All for you)
Don't even want to laugh
Wide awake
The cold cold light of day
Realise my taste
My taste just slips away
I say my taste just slips away
(All for you)
And when I'm all alone
(All for you)
I'm by the microphone
(All for you)
It's all for you
(All for you)
I see your photograph
(All for you)
Don't even want to laugh
Days later
Saw the paper
How did I fall for you?
(All for you)
And when I'm all alone
(All for you)
I'm by the microphone
(All for you)
It's all for you
(All for you)
I see your photograph
(All for you)
Don't even want to laugh
(All for you)
And when I'm all alone
(All for you)
I'm by the microphone
(All for you)
It's all for you
(All for you)
And I see your photograph
(All for you)
(It's all for you)
Don't even want to laugh
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I knew when you
Came 'round here to see me
You'd stay here 'til the morning
Can't stop myself from falling
In love with you
You know we'll never be the same
Been so long
It's been so long
I'm tired of being alone
There's a way to go
Honey I know now
I'm calling you on the phone
Pretending nothing has changed here
But strangely familiar tracks are falling
You came without a warning
I'm glad you're here
To take these lonely tears away
Been so long
It's been so long
I'm tired of being alone
There's a way to go
Honey I know now
I'm calling you on the phone
On the phone
Been so long
It's been so long
I'm tired of being alone
There's a way to go
Honey I know now
I'm calling you on the phone
On the phone
On the phone
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On a fog bound morning
With my frozen tiger feet
All done so I clocked off early
Walked down our street
Oh no, oh no
Do I really deserve this?
Silhouettes at the window
It's so hard to believe this
Silhouettes at the window
I was only lonely
Only thinking of you
I suspected nothing
Put all my trust in you
Now my pride is in a thousand pieces World slides from view
Oh no, oh no
Do I really deserve this?
Silhouettes at the window
It's so hard to believe this
Silhouettes at the window
I was only lonely
Only thinking of you
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Hair in curls
Not quite as tall as the other girls
Id ran away from the laughter upstairs
Wear high heels and I cut my hair
Try to conceal so tired of their small town games
Whistle a tune of a horse with no name
Hang around by the stadium
Drinking a wine like a bowery bum
Erica lets go out tonight
Staying out till the morning light
Erica lets go out tonight
Everythings gonna be alright
Diamond joe
He took my watch and my stereo
I wished I hadnt got a permanent wave
Cant show my face at the town arcade
Cant stand that place anyway
Tired of their small town games
Whistle a tune of I gotta see jane yeah
Read the stars of an aries girl
Wear the crown in another world
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One night in never land
Checking out the Amsterdam scene
Got a room from some old guy
Outside the rocking machine
Don't know who you are
But you can't come in
Turn the TV down
Kick the TV in
All pictures scattered round
All soaked in alcohol
Next thing the lights go out
I heard a bang on the wall
Don't know who you are
But you can't come in
Turn the TV down
Kick the TV in
Turn the TV down
Kick the TV in
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