(Lloyd)
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You've got a torn shirt and you're trying to keep it together,
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You got a head full of ideas, but they're each as light as a feather,
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You've got a new song, now you're just dying to sing it,
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But you've forgotten the words, and so you'll just have to wing it
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But you've got the torn shirt, hanging out and waiting for the party to start
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You've got your torn shirt, just hanging out and singing the blues.
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You ride the night train and you're looking for a little action,
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But the girl that you're thinking of, she only thinks you're a distraction
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She's got her mind set upon the latest fashion,
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And when she looks at you, her brain it goes into traction,
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You've got the torn shirt,
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And you're hanging out and waiting for the party to start,
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You've got your torn shirt, just hanging out and singing the blues.
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You've got the torn shirt and you're waiting on delivery of a broken heart
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You've got your torn shirt but tell me are you old enough to use?
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You're heading on, you're going to write a book,
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So you head downtown, well just to have a look
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You see the boys and girls, you know they got it together
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And if you look too hard, they're going to hit you with the leather
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You've got the torn shirt etc...
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Torn Shirt
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| Richard Lloyd |
