(written by Pete Yorn)
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Westwood girls in their skirts and their turtle necks
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Starting their day with their coffee and cigarettes,
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Says she's from Taipei now lives in Texas,
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I love the way they stand on their own.
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Their own their own
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Washington DC, never forget this,
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Blame nothing swear you're an architect,
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Names, faces, outstanding places,
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I love the way they stand on their own.
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Their own
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Come down and see they'll let you in
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At 17 they let you in
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I'm on a page-turner forward to never stop,
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I couldn't miss if you wanted that,
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Came back from home town now you can feel down,
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I love the way they stand on their own
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Their own their own
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Come back and use me
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Now you can never spend,
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I told you save for another friend,
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I was ok but you surely convinced me,
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I love the way they stand on their own, their own
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Come down and see they'll let you in,
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Oh at 17 they let you in
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Come now come clean they'll let you in,
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Oh they let you in
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They let you in
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Oooh come now come clean, they'll let you in
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At 17 they let you in
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All the years between, they let you in
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Oh they let you in
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They let you in
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Ohhhh ohh
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Seventeen
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Pete Yorn |