Your fascination with Audrey Hepburn carried you away.
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It was on a Sunday, we went to see Roman Holiday.
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You were (back to waiting? I honestly can't tell)
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Three days later they hauled you away.
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Even Audrey Hepburn could not save you from that sorry state.
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Far away, far away, far away
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You'll never be the same.
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I guess the letter's on its way.
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Never be the same.
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Infatuations, summer substance, brought you to an end.
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Your fascination with Audrey Hepburn carried you away.
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Far away, far away, far away. You'll never be the same.
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Guess the letter's on its way.
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Far away, far away, far away. You'll never be the same.
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Guess the letter's on its way.
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Never be the same.
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Bomb Pops
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| Motion City Soundtrack |
