| I don’t want to sit here just hanging around
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| What am I doing hanging with this crowd
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| Too many things to do and see
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| I can’t sympathise with your apathy
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| Now my town’s a ghost town
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| And that’s OK
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| Meet me at The Farmer’s Market
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| Make it today
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| The hunchbacks of Fairfax are out of sight
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| A hunk of burnin' Myrna’s gonna catch my eye
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| It’s no wonder, no small wonder
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| It’s no wonder, no small wonder
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| It’s no wonder, no small
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| Just a hop off the bus
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| Forget about the fuss
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| Too many things to do and see
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| Huge wonder
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| Hollywood Boulevard, now that’s a scene
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| Punk rock jail bait and G.I. |
| teens
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| The children of the night and the critics know
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| The only God on earth is Axl Rose
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| It’s no wonder, no small wonder
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| It’s no wonder, no small wonder
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| It’s no wonder, no small
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| Just a hop off the bus
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| Forget about the fuss
|
| Too many things to do and see
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| Huge wonder
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| It’s no wonder, no small wonder
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| It’s no wonder, no small wonder
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| It’s no wonder, no small
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| Just a hop off the bus
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| Forget about the fuss
|
| Too many things to do and see
|
| Huge wonder
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| It’s no wonder, no small wonder
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| Huge wonder
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| It’s no wonder, no small wonder
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| Huge wonder
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| It’s no wonder, no small wonder
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| Huge wonder |