If so and so was so delightful,
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Go ahead, don't waste your life.
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She'd it like a change of season.
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Letter sent from where the grass is greener.
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Haven't been to sleep much lately.
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Words you never said that grate on me.
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Keep a secret flake of his life,
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Call it happiness.
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It would have been nice to be someone.
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To have and to hold the only one.
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But when 7:30 come around,
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There's nothing there, just bitterness.
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If so and so is so delightful,
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Go ahead, don't kiss your life away.
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She'd it like a change of season.
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Send a letter where the grass is greener.
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It would have been nice to be someone.
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To have and to hold the only one.
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But when 7:30 come around,
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There's nothing there, just bitterness
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There's nothing there
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Always the last to know and the first to cry.
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Our summer years are nothing
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As they're Freudian-slipping by
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It would have been nice to be someone.
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To have and to hold the only one.
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But when 7:30 come around,
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There's nothing there, just bitterness.
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There's nothing there, just bitterness.
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There's nothing there...
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7:30
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| Pernice Brothers |
