| Holiday, and I come home
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| I hope to see this boy I know
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| I can’t wait for us to be alone
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| Flipping through the radio
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| We sing along to the indie show
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| The songs they play mean more than I can say
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| And the tape I made you
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| Hope you think of me when it plays through
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| I’m kind of sad now that it’s done
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| And you think my time’s for free
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| In all the ways you say to me
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| Sweet versions of «let's wait and see»
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| But you’re always a golden boy
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| And I’m the girl that you enjoy
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| My parents say, «Isn't he a gifted son?»
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| Time is always passing by
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| And still I have to wonder why
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| You can’t come to tell me I’m the one
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| Summer goes and we have grown
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| We have our friends, live on our own
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| Still, I’m not the girl you want me to be
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| Say gravity can bend the time
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| Funny, I always liked your mind
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| But this whole thing is crushing me
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| But you’re always a golden boy
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| And this girl’s heart that you destroy
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| You smile at me and then you have your fun
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| Time is always passing by
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| Still I give you another try
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| And hope that you will see that I’m the one
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| You say you’re scared to get too close
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| Come let’s see how it goes
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| I see you now at the show
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| Seventh in the seventh row
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| And now you look at me
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| And see what I’ve known for so long
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| It’s sad that you can be
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| So love and so wrong
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| Came to say, that I’ve moved
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| I see your face, you don’t approve
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| Guess you could say that I’m already gone
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| But you’ll always be my a golden boy
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| And I’m the summer girl that you enjoy
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| Some melodies are best left undone
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| I feel the time pass away
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| But in my songs you’ll always stay
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| I don’t need you to tell me I’m the one
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| No, no, no
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| I don’t need you to tell me I’m the one
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| You’ll never know that I was the one |