| Girl in the park one day
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| Killing all the bugs on the pavement
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| Seems like she got a nasty streak
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| But she does it in a beautiful way
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| Like a bullet from a gun
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| She sparks and then she runs
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| The only thing she’s sure of
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| Is that no one really understands
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| Sometimes … talking about
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| Things just seem so strange
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| Lie awake in the lonely night
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| Things just seem so strange
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| Maybe it’s all prearranged
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| Tears on an empty page
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| Look out the window see the full moon bloom and
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| This is what he says
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| Don’t you worry
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| When you feel so lonely, cos
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| Everyone’s lonely
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| They’re all crazy too
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| Like their mothers
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| Like their fathers
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| Everyone’s crazy
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| Sometimes she gets this way
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| About her when she sways
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| Slips into a liquid tune
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| And vanishes away
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| And it’s only for herself
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| She can’t bring anyone else
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| Everyone’s got a special box
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| That they keep on a dusty shelf
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| Such a beautiful dangerous thing
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| Beautiful and strange
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| Making love to the night itself
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| Beautiful and strange
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| Maybe it’s all prearranged
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| Tears on an empty page
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| Look out the window see the full moon bloom
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| This is what he says
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| Don’t you worry
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| If people call you crazy cos
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| Everyone’s crazy
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| They’re all lonely too
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| Like their mothers
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| Like their fathers
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| Everyone’s crazy
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| Under a lonely moon |