| August, no clue, 2002,
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| I didn’t see coming, even when I came,
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| I got what I asked for,
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| 3000 miles and no more wondering,
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| If I need a change,
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| Ain’t it strange,
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| Is this Hollywood?
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| 'Cause I feel a bit displaced,
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| But I kinda like it,
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| Oh I just know it’s gonna be good,
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| I’ve already decided, yeah,
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| I wouldn’t leave it if I could,
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| Disoriented as I am,
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| Is this, is this Hollywood?
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| The waitress knows my story,
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| 'Cause I’m here every single morning,
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| She calls you New York,
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| I tell her you’re long gone,
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| And you’re easy to forget,
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| How lucky can a girl get?
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| The outta site works a charm,
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| Ain’t I strong?
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| And you know it’s time,
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| I can always change my mind- okay,
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| I can come and I can go,
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| That’s all I need to know- today
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| And my eyes are buggin' yeah,
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| I got a brand new neighborhood that I’m really loving,
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| Oh I wouldn’t leave it if I could,
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| Disoriented as I am |