| Hollywood is on my side
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| When I’m Amelia’s arm
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| I lay awake every night
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| I wanna be hers but I’m not
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| Is she my friend or my enemy
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| I wanna know, she’s so far away from me
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| If only I could touch her now
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| I would die
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| I don’t know why I’ve been feeling this way about it all
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| The trouble is all up in my head, am I dead?
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| 'Cause I can’t tell the difference between beginning and end
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| Amelia Baker, Amelia Baker
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| Maybe she’s my type
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| But I can never let her know
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| Sitting by the Hollywood sign
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| I wanna be there but I’m not
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| Is it me they all wanna talk about
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| The wondering eyes of a silent cry
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| If only I could touch her now
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| I would die
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| I don’t know why I’ve been feeling this way about it all
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| The trouble is all up in my head, am I dead?
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| 'Cause I can’t tell the difference between beginning and end
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| Amelia Baker, Amelia Baker
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| Magical fountains
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| Santa Monica mountains
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| A dreamer always, oh yeah
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| Her mother was reading to me
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| Lines from her favorite movie
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| But there was a time
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| When she was all mine
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| Amelia Baker, Amelia Baker
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| There was only into the light, hours away from ruin
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| I need a little bit more time (in the sun)
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| I don’t know why I’ve been feeling this way about it all
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| The trouble is all up in my head, am I dead?
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| 'Cause I can’t tell the difference between beginning and end
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| Amelia Baker, Amelia Baker
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| Amelia Baker, Amelia Baker
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| Oh! |