| Matchbooks of lonely places i’ll never find
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| Clocks on wall spaces, some peice of mind
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| I’ll never find
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| What good would it be
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| What good would it be
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| If you could change every river
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| That ran through your life and mine?
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| Coz from here to the country line
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| Counts one hundred and ninety-nine
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| Oh the Scarsdale will be on time
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| You know shoe shine costs a dime
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| Hootenanny Annie had a party in the yard
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| You could smell the barby out on Ocean Boulevard
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| Where I went to find, some peice of mind
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| What good would it be
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| What good would it be
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| If you could change every heartache
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| That ran though your life and mine?
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| Coz from here to the country line
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| Counts one hundred and ninety-nine
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| Oh the Scarsdale will be on time
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| You know shoe shine costs a dime
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| With the washroom lights of a bowling alley in your face
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| You know your car and your plates are really out of place
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| That goes for your soul
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| Some holy rock 'n' roll
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| What good would it be
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| What good would it be
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| If you could change every heartache
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| That ran though your life and mine? |