| City girls and busy boys they don’t pick up the phone anymore
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| But I’ll still call, it’s too much, I’ll keep in touch
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| Even though
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| You think I’m lame, it’s all in vain
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| Keep my secrets all to myself
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| And you’ll shove my heart in a drawer
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| Next to all of the paperwork
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| City girls and busy boys they don’t pick up the phone anymore
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| 'Cause you’re so sure
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| It’s your job
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| You can’t mess up
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| Broken Valentine all on the floor
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| Messin' 'round
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| I was lost in translation
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| Ohhh
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| Loud crowds, you lost the temptation
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| For me, I was too carefree
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| And you love the city more than you love me
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| I can feel your ghosts in my hair
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| I can see your eyes in the mirror
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| I can try but I’ll never forget
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| Why the hell haven’t you asked me out yet? |