| Baby, I haven’t heard from you since you went away
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| Haven’t you got the time to drop me a line
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| Or did you forget me?
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| Every now and then I see your face in one of those glossy magazines
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| And I wonder how you’re doing
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| Now that you’re standing in the spotlight
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| How does it feels to be a star
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| No one cares where you came from
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| No one knows who you are
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| So at midnight
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| When the crowds are gone
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| When the lights go out
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| And you’re all alone
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| Think of your backstreet angel
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| Backstreet angel
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| She’ll be waiting
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| Till the day you’ll meet again
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| Your backstreet angel
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| Backstreet angel
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| She keeps waiting
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| Knowing that someday you will come back
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| Where you belong
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| Now that you moved to California
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| Where girls all hang around your pool
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| Now your whiskey tastes bitter
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| Don’t you feel like a fool?
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| In the morning
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| When your dreams are gone
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| Don’t you realize
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| That you’re all alone
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| Think of your backstreet angel
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| Backstreet angel
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| She’ll be waiting
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| Till the day you’ll meet again
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| Your backstreet angel
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| Backstreet angel
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| She keeps waiting
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| Knowing that someday you will come back
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| Where you belong
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| Honey, when you were down and out
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| And nobody cared about you
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| I was the one who believed in you and I still do
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| Should ever be tears in your starry eyes
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| You know where you can find me
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| In that midnight
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| When the crowds are gone
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| When the lights go out
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| And you’re all alone
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| Think of your backstreet angel
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| Backstreet angel
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| She’ll be waiting
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| Till the day you’ll meet again
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| Your backstreet angel
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| Backstreet angel
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| She keeps waiting
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| Knowing that someday you will come back
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| Where you belong |