| I went to Dallas back in 82
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| The cafe society was numero oui
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| Surrounded by model, girls and guys in boots
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| I watched as they conspired taking parking lot dues
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| Looking back on a cherished memory
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| A strange conception seems to frontal me Holly’s like ivy
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| She grows on it
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| I realize if all the beautiful girls
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| Were lost like gems, will grow to pearls
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| Now Holly is behind me,
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| And I fall from the place
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| I’ve got this burning sensation
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| As she brushed my things
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| Looking back on a cherished memory
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| A strange conception seems to frontal me Holly’s like ivy
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| She grows on it
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| (guitar solo)
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| Looking back on a cherished memory
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| A strange conception seems to frontal me Holly’s like
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| I know I must hurry back there
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| And look for Holly with her long brown hair
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| I was brit by some relief
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| All I want for Christmas is her two front teeth
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| Looking back on my cherished memory
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| A strange conception seems to frontal me Holly’s like ivy
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| She grows on it Holly’s like ivy
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| Grows |