| Hunky boys in leather boots
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| That breed and smoke and spit and chew
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| They don’t know
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| Unkissed girls in swimming suits
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| Summer times and smiles to boot
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| Well, they don’t know
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| You’ll live in your best friends car
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| Making eyes got you this far
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| Well you don’t know
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| Who I am
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| Who I am
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| Coach yelling from the line
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| Cool your jets, I’m doing fine
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| You don’t know
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| Cars are moving, Los Angeles
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| Teach your little mind, kicks this
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| Well you don’t know
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| And ma, I wish that I could say
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| Why I carry on this way
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| But I don’t know
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| Who I am
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| Who I am
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| You don’t know me at all
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| I don’t know who you think I am
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| You don’t know me at all
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| I don’t know who you think I am
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| Tarot cards and locks of hair
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| Secrets and regrets we’ve shared
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| And you don’t know
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| Booze and blues, I’m on the line
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| Please don’t waste my time
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| Cause you don’t know
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| Voice inside of my head forms
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| Thought I knew you once, now I know I don’t
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| Well you don’t know
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| Who I am
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| Who I am
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| You don’t know me at all
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| I don’t know who you think I am
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| You don’t know me at all
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| I don’t know who you think I am
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| I am, I am |