Lately
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I'm gettin the impression
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That my baby
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Is moving down to LA
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For the big lights
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Flashing and reflecting
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In her big eyes
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Hey nothing here could make her stay
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Everybody's got to have plans,
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she said
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Everybody's got to have plans,
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Cos I can't see you smiling pumping gas
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Some low life
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B-movie producer
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And his Big talk
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Now dont you go buy into that
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Cos sometimes
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Things are gonna get tough
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And you know what
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You're gonna have to get tough too
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Everybody's got to have plans,
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she said
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Everybody's got to have plans,
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Cos I can't see you smiling pumping gas
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Everybody's got to have plans,
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she said
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Everybody's got to have plans,
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Cos I can't see you smiling pumping gas
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So come home, baby, baby
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Just don't phone, baby, baby
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Yeah you went and did it
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You broke my heart (Hold, hold, hold me now)
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Everybody's got to have plans,
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she said
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Everybody's got to have plans,
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Cos I can't see you smiling pumping gas
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Plans
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| The Thrills |
