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Beauty queen of on-
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ly eighteen, she
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had some trouble with
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her self.
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He was always there
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to help her, she
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always belonged to some-
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one else.
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I drove for miles
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and miles and wound
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up at your door.
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I've had you so
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many times but some
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how I want more.
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I don't mind spending
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every day
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out on your corner in the
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pouring rain.
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Look for the girl whit the
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broken smile,
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ask her if she wants to
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stay a while. And she will
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be loved.
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And she will
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be loved.
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I know where you hide
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alone in your car,
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know all of the things
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that make you who you are.
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I know that goodbye
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means nothing at all,
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comes back and begs me, catch
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her every time she
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falls,
yeah.
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Tap on my window, knock
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on my door I
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want to make you feel beauti-
ful.