Your scrapbook's filled with pictures
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Of all your leading men
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Oh baby don't put my picture
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In there with them
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Oh don't make us some little girl's dream
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That can not ever really ever come true
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Baby don't do it to me
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I won't do it to you
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You see all the romantic movies
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You dream and take the boy's home
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But when the action fades girl
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You're left there all alone
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----------?
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----------?
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----------?
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---------to see the late late show
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----------?
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--------do it?
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--------to him to her?
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---make you cry like you do girl
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Now every night you go out looking
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For true love's satisfaction
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But in the morning you always end up
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Settling for just lights, camera, action
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In another cameo role
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With some bit play you're befriending
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You're gonna go broken hearted
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Looking for that happy ending
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Well girl you're gonna you're gonna end up
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Just another lonely ticket sold
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Crying alone in the theater
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At the end of the show
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Don't make us some little girl's dream
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That can not ever really ever come true
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Baby don't do it to me
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I won't do it to you
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Yeah, I won't do it to you
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White Lies
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| Bruce Springsteen |
