| I threw away your greatest hits
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| You left them here the day you split
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| Your bass guitar and Shaggs CD
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| Well, they don’t mean that much to me
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| Right now I’m going through your things
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| These days I’m changing all my strings
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| Gonna write you a letter
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| I’m gonna write you a book
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| I want to see your reaction
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| I want to see how it looks
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| From way upon your cloud
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| Where you’ve been hiding out
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| Are you getting somewhere
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| Or did you get lost in Amsterdam
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| You won’t get too far from me
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| Believing everything you read
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| You’re wasted in the great unknown
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| And I am finally ready to dispose
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| Of all your vintage clothes
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| Your drugs and every secret code
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| Gonna write you a letter
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| I’m gonna write you a book
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| I want to see your reaction
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| I want to see how it looks
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| From way upon your cloud
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| Where you’ve been hiding out
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| Are you getting somewhere
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| Or did you get lost in Amsterdam
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| From your red balloon
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| You were a super hi-tech jet fighter
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| Floating over planet Earth
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| Come back down here
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| I’ll show you where it hurts
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| Take this bitter pill
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| Is it easy to swallow
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| Gonna write you a letter
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| I’m gonna write you a book
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| I want to see your reaction
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| I want to see how it looks
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| From way upon your cloud
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| You’re never coming down
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| Are you getting somewhere
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| Or did you get lost in Amsterdam
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| Amsterdam |