(G.Kooymans/B.Hay)
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Eatin' TV dinner, with the radio on
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Made me cough up this kinda song
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There's a guy singin' "I'd die for you"
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And it sounds like he means business too
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Here's me thinkin' all through the meal
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Thank you for bein' so real and givin' me chills
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You're the prettiest girl in the world
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It's the best joke I ever heard
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Young forever, never never grow old together
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Gotta put on your blinkers, for a cakewalk in the sun
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Like a mission impossible, like Atilla the Hun
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Tomorrow's got me hidin' away
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Yesterday's got me on the run
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And my jeans keep fadin', fadin'
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And my jeans keep fadin'
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Don't know where these guys do come from
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That say they'll kill and die for someone
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It's a fluke people, that makes me puke, yeah, yeah
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And I can't believe this is the truth
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Here's me tryin' to make up my mind
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One says "love is hard to find"
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Two says that it's blind
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You're the prettiest girl in the world
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It's the best joke I ever heard
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Young forever, never never grow old together
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Gotta put on your blinkers, for a cakewalk in the sun
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Like a mission impossible, like Atilla the Hun
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Tomorrow's got me hidin' away
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Yesterday's got me on the run
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And my jeans keep fadin', fadin'
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And my jeans keep fadin'
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We're go out to yourself past
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Get yourself a pair of new blue jeans
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Into the washin' machine
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Six times bleech, bleech, bleech
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Mama's going crazy, see what you do
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These pairs are brand new
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I'll say, send it with
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That's my jeans, keep fadin', fadin'
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And my jeans keep fadin'
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Faded Jeans
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| Golden Earring |
