| Packed his bags and drove
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| Across the bridge
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| To where she waits by the garden gates
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| On the porch with a lemonade
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| By the cherry trees, won’t she be pleased?
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| 'Cause when the call of Hollywood comes
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| You know it’s time
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| To come home to where you know
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| That you’ve grown
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| Took her to the church
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| Put a ring around her neck
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| Like they did when they were kids
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| Just a dot on the map, but there he was
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| Ghost of a movie star
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| Road pointing home
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| On the lonely stretch before you forget
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| What it was
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| That brought you here and takes you
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| Near to your fate, don’t wait
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| He buried something in this, wonderful
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| From castles in Spain where she came
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| It’s for the people that you miss
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| The girls and boys that you’ll never kiss
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| It’s for what went wrong
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| It’s for what went right
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| It’s for what went wrong
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| It’s for what went right
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| Appear silent on the tree
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| Branches below the moon
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| Singing bye bye
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| But the door is closing fast
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| On a past she can’t go back
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| This fairytale won’t warm your heart tonight
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| She’s been broken, beaten, and bruised
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| But still believin'
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| I’ve been broken, beaten, and bruised
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| But still believin'
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| Still believin' in you
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| Still believin' in you
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| Still believin' in you |