| Is my world not falling down
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| I’m in pieces on the ground
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| And my eyes aren’t open
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| And I’m standing on my knees
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| But if crying and holding on
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| And flying on the ground is wrong
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| Then I’m sorry to let you down
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| But you’re from my side of town
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| And I miss you
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| Turn me up or turn me down
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| Turn me off or turn me round
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| I wish I could have met you in a place
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| Where we both belong
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| But if crying and holding on
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| And flying on the ground is wrong
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| Then I’m sorry to let you down
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| But you’re from my side of town
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| And I miss you
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m just a helpless child
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| Sometimes I feel like a kid
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| But baby, since I have changed
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| I can’t take nothing home
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| City lights at a country fair
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| Never shine but always glare
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| If I’m bright enough to see you
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| You’re just too dark to care
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| But if crying and holding on
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| And flying on the ground is wrong
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| Then I’m sorry to let you down
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| But you’re from my side of town
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| And I miss you |