| It was high July
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| Another Summer on the boardwalk
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| His skin was brown as a rosary bead
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| The year before
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| He was everybody’s hero
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| But he was losing ground and gaining speed
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| He could’ve been a girl
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| But just one good hand of poker
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| That could’ve turned the whole damn thing around
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| But that July
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| Something was lost
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| That never did get found
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| He was the sun that was waiting to rise
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| He had the look of a king in his eyes
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| And everything
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| Everything was possible
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| And now he just laughs and says what the hell
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| And clings to the secret that He’ll never tell
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| But I wish I knew
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| What kind of scar
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| Can turn a sun into
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| Just another falling star
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| Now I get this déjà-vu
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| And I don’t really like it
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| With this friend of mine that can’t get it in his brain
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| He’s a diamond lost
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| Inside the stone
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| He’s a player born to win the game
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| But he’s gonna blow it all
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| The brass rings in his finger
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| And I gotta watch as he throws it away
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| He’s like a song
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| That’s rare and right
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| That no one’s gonna play
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| He is a sun that is waiting to rise
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| He’s got the look of a king in his eyes
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| And everything
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| Everything is possible
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| And now he just laughs and say’s what the hell
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| And clings to the secret that he’ll never tell
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| But I wish I knew
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| What kind of scar
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| Can turn a sun into
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| Just another falling star
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| Oh, just another falling star
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| And someone explain it
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| Cause I don’t know why
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| Some people live like they’re waiting to die
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| And I wish I knew
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| What kind of scar
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| Can turn a sun into
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| Just another falling star
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| Oh, just another falling star |