Talking all the talk that makes me feel strong
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Going all the places where smiles greet me
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Can't get it through my head
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that I did nothing wrong
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It would be easier if I had myself to blame
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But it's pouring rain under my umbrella
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CHORUS:
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I tried walking around,
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'round these streets by myself
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Said "pretty girl don't look down"
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But I could look no place else
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The smiles, the bed, the telephone
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And still I can't make him see
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And I can't call this life my own
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Cause I'm not where I want to be
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Going out with the girls on a Saturday night
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Reaching out to strangers
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so I don't feel deeply moved
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Yeah they're my friends and I like them alright
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But they can't do the things that we used to do
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So I've got to say that I miss you baby
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CHORUS
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It's amazing how one little broken heart
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Can radiate so much pain
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Some guy looked at me and then he turned away
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Saw my eyes sayin' I will never fall again
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Don't look down
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But I could look no place else
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The smiles, the bed, the telephone
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Still I can't make him see
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I can't call my life my own
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Cause I'm not where I want to be
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I tried walking around,
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By myself
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Said "pretty girl don't look down"
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But I could look no place else
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The smiles, the bed, the telephone
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Still I can't make him see
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I can't call this life my own
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Cause I'm not where I want to be
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'round these streets by myself
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Said "pretty girl don't look down"
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But I could look no place else
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The smiles, the bed, the telephone
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And still I can't make him see
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I can't call this life my own
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Cause I'm not where I want to be
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No, I'm not where I want to be
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Oh noo, no no
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No, I'm not where I want to be
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No, I'm not where I want to be
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Oh no, I'm not where I want to be
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No, I'm not where I want to be
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No, I'm not where I want to be
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No no, I'm not where I want to be
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I tried walking around,
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'round these streets by myself
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Said "pretty girl don't look down"
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But I could look no place else
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The smiles, the bed, the telephone
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And still I can't make him see
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And I can't call this life my own
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Cause I'm not where I want to be
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Where I Wanna Be
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Deborah Gibson |