| You were on the outside waiting,
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| I was on the inside hoping
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| We jumped in the car to somewhere lonely,
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| opened our eyes to the sound of the radio
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| You’ll be back and I’ll be waiting,
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| just another ghost ship fading away
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| Tied to the mast when the girls start
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| singing their song
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| Yeah, the small talk
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| makes me feel small
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| And it’s all wrong, it’s all wrong
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| Don’t you wanna go home?
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| Wish I had a fast car waiting,
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| something sweet to stop my heart complaining
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| There’s a girl running by with a buzz in her eye,
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| calling me down to the sound of the lights,
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| calling me back to the sound of the Y
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| You’ll be back and I’ll be waiting,
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| just another ghost ship fading away
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| Tied to the mast when the girls start
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| singing their song
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| Yeah, the small talk
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| makes me feel small
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| And it’s all wrong, it’s all wrong
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| Don’t you wanna go home?
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| You’ll be back and I’ll be waiting
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| You’ll be back and I’ll be waiting
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| You’ll be back and I’ll be waiting
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| You’ll be back and I’ll be waiting |