Boy genius with the big sad eyes
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All of the mamas want to take you home
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Get what you can, do what you must, be what you have to be
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And take that weary highway out alone.
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Boy genius, don't you realize
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All of the charming yesterdays are gone
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And all of the dreams you ever shared came down at last to one,
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And that one just told you she was moving on.
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Well you shook up your tomorrows and threw 'em on the table
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But sevens and elevens never showed
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You'll keep right on gambling just as long as you are able
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To make the toss, and take the loss,
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Just waiting for tomorrow to explode.
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Boy genius, when the seagull flies
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He never flies too very far from land
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So go where you wish, take any risk, try all there is to try
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Fly back to my waiting outstretched hand
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Well you shook up your tomorrows and threw 'em on the table
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But sevens and elevens never showed.
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And you'll keep right on gambling just as long as you are able
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To make the toss, and take the loss,
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Just waiting for tomorrow to explode.
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Boy genius, when a seagull flies
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He never flies too very far from land
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So go where you wish, take any risk, try all there is to try
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Fly back to my waiting, outstretched hand.
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I'll be holding out my hand
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Fly back to me, honey, if you can
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Words and music: Kathy Mar
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Copyright 1985 Kathy Mar
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Boy Genius
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| Kathy Mar |
