i met this girl the other day
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sitting alone on the wednesday train
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i said, "what's wrong? you look so sad."
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she said she's got something inside
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that she's not willing to confide
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so i said, "could i give some free advice?"
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"don't worry bout your problems now, baby,
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cause it just don't matter when it comes down to the fact.
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everybody's got problems now, baby,
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and life's too short to keep them bottled up inside."
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cause i know
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that life is like a racecar speeding down this one way street
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that'll go
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anyway
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it feels like heaven down this one way street
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cause i know
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everything will be fine
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i met this guy the other day
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sitting alone on the sunday train
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dressed up with nowhere left to go
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he said, "if there's one thing that i've learned,
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through all these cigarettes i've burned,
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you've got to stop and look around."
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he said that hindsight's clearer than a crystal ball
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if he had a chance to stop and do it all over again
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cause when you're waiting for the sounds of the gavel
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you don't want it to end with a fistfull of regrets inside
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cause i know
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that life is like a racecar speeding down this one way street
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that'll go
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anyway
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it feels like heaven down this one way street
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cause i know
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everything will be fine
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cause i know
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that life is like a racecar speeding down this one way street
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that'll go
|
anyway
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it feels like heaven down this one way street
|
cause i know
|
that life is like a racecar speeding down this one way street
|
that'll go
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anyway
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it feels like heaven down this one way street
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cause i know
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everything will be fine
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Racecars
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