| And the girls say
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| And they still say
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| So I took a trip to the center of him in a California track suit
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| But you fell too hard for a little Deuce Coupe, but she ran off with a Nazi
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| And let’s not forget that sea foam suit she put you in to see the Greyhounds
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| Sure they run real faster than you ever could or will
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| Say goodbye to the fair motormaids of Japan
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| Yume no yoida wa
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| You said «we're dead, not sleeping»
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| The things that I would go through
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| To turn you back around
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| The laces I would trip on
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| Would bring on the circus crowds
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| The last banana hair-do
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| Got a laugh from the samurais
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| The things that I’d turn into
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| To turn you back to me
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| Again
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| Summer comes and Summer goes
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| Shells and shells and a bad girl’s balm
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| So say goodbye to the fair motormaids of Japan
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| Yume no yoida wa
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| You said, «we're dead, not sleeping»
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| The things that I would go through
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| To turn you back around
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| The planes that I have died on
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| Trade you for another cloud
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| The mountain biking posse
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| That brought back another man
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| The things that I’d turn into
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| Watch me turn
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| The things that I’d turn into
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| Watch me turn
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| Watch me turn
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| Watch me turn
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| The things that I’d turn into |