| Keeps the pills on her shelf
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| In the mirror she tells herself
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| «Hey, some were born to sing the blues»
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| On the street are glances
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| In the bus among prying eyes
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| Out here there is nowhere to hide
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| This city she holds dear
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| Thinking back she counts the years
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| And looks at the lines on her hands
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| Come on Audrey please don’t go
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| This world can disappoint, I know
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| There’s something more out there for one like you
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| You have come so far with hopes to find
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| And all the things you left behind
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| 'cause this ain’t Southern California anymore
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| Shoebox with old photos
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| Tells stories only she knows
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| Did she do something wrong along the way?
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| 'cause no one gets this girl
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| There’s no sweetness left
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| In this screwed up world
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| Just life, and another hair turns grey
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| Come on Audrey please don’t go
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| This world can disappoint, I know
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| There’s something more out there for one like you
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| You have come so far with hopes to find
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| And all the things you left behind
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| 'cause this ain’t upstate New York anymore
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| I don’t want to see
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| Settle for less and unhappy
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| I know that somewhere there’s someone for you
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| There’s someone for everyone
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| Hang on Audrey one more day
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| I’ll wait for you so hang on Audrey
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| Hang on Audrey one more day
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| I’ll wait for you so hang on Audrey |