and i'd tear out the pages
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that i've got in these books
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just to find you some words
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just to get some reward
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and i'll show you all the photographs
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that i ever got took
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and i'll play you old 45s
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that now mean nothing to me
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and you're a real gone kid
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and maybe now baby (maybe now baby)
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maybe now baby (maybe now baby)
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maybe now baby (maybe now baby)
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i'll do what i should have did
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now i've stood on your shadow
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and i've watched it grow
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and it's shaken and it's driven me
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and let me know
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about all the old 45s
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and the paperback rooms
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and it's scattered all the photographs
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of summers and suns
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and you're a real gone kid
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and maybe now baby (maybe now baby)
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maybe now baby (maybe now baby)
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maybe now baby (maybe now baby)
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i'll do what i should have did
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'cause you're a real gone kid
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i cried and i craved
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hoped and i saved
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and i put away those souvenirs (souvenirs, souvenirs)
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cried and i craved
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hoped and i saved
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and i put away those souvenirs (souvenirs, souvenirs)
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you're a real gone kid
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and maybe now baby (maybe now baby)
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maybe now baby (maybe now baby)
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maybe now baby (maybe now baby)
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i'll do what i should have did
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'cause you're a real gone kid
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Real Gone Kid
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| Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross |
