| Aaron and Maria ran
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| From the Northwest coast to the city and
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| Now they reside out in Brooklyn Heights
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| Where the rich kids hide and the years go by
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| Aaron writes but they both survive
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| 'Cause Maria waits on library lines
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| And Aaron sighs, «If the TV’s right
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| You put your hat on tight or catch a death outside»
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| We’re living off some modest trust
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| From daddy 'fore his oil went bust
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| And loving you is just enough
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| 'Cause no one gives a fuck about us
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| Understand it’s the way I am
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| When we argue and break the hearts we have
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| We only fight 'cause you love me right
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| And when we lay at night I feel a kick inside
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| We’re living off some modest trust
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| From daddy 'fore his oil went bust
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| And loving you is just enough
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| 'Cause no one gives a fuck about us |