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Is my world not falling down
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I'm in pieces on the ground
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And my eyes aren't open
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And I'm standing on my knees
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But if crying and holding on
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And flying on the ground is wrong
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Then I'm sorry to let you down,
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But you're from my side of town
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And I miss you.
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Turn me up or turn me down
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Turn me off or turn me round
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I wish I could have met you in a place
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Where we both belong
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But if crying and holding on
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And flying on the ground is wrong
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Then I'm sorry to let you down,
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But you're from my side of town
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And I miss you.
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Sometimes I feel like I'm just a helpless child
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Sometimes I feel like a kid.
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But baby, since I have changed
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I can't take nothing home.
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City lights at a country fair
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Never shine but always glare
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If I'm bright enough to see you,
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You're just to dark to care.
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But if crying and holding on
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And flying on the ground is wrong
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Then I'm sorry to let you down,
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But you're from my side of town
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And I miss you.
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FLYING ON THE GROUND IS WRONG
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| Buffalo Springfield |
