| Here’s the simple story of a boy
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| Who didn’t know how to enjoy his life
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| Too busy running down the street
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| Running just following his feet
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| As a younger bristling boy
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| Bursting through the world
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| Night time obsessions
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| Like all the boys and girls
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| Twisting turn of left and right
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| Body soul and mind
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| Searching through dry autumn leaves
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| For things he cannot find
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| Oh girl, you’ve got me in a whirl
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| Oh girl, girl, you’ve got me in a whirl
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| Who started hanging round with plastic faces
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| Who started hanging round in unromantic places
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| Who pretty soon thought he’d really lost his mind
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| And when it’s gone it’s pretty hard to find
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| Oh girl, you’ve got me in a whirl
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| Oh girl, girl, you’ve got me in a whirl
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| Falling right out of the sky
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| Never thought you could get so high
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| Nothing is as it seems, to the girl, to the girl with the dream
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| To the girl with the dream
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| Oh girl, you’ve got me in a whirl
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| Oh girl, girl, you’ve got me in a whirl
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| Oh girl, oh girl, you’ve got me in a whirl |