The girl comes from Lakeville
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Her dad - he cuts hair.
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It’s a small town in the middle of nowhere.
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In tried and tested fashion
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She took a plane and headed west
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To a city of neuroses, to the one that I love best.
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Did you think I couldn’t feel it from 5000 miles away?
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That I wouldn’t sense betrayal in the things he could
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not say?
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I may be ditsy - I know I’m uncool
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But I’m not like you.
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Sierra Bonita
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That you’ll never be.
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And I figure for that you’ll always hate me.
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But beauty is affliction
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It scars you from the rest
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I only wanted to be ordinary, to be no more, to have
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no less.
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Did you think he wouldn’t think of me when you moved
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your hand down there?
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That he wouldn’t think it strange to run his fingers
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through your hair?
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Is the one thing that you want the thing you know
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you’ll never have?
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Three lonely people - it’s one sorry mess.
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Oh my girlfriend, girlfriend
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I dig the book you bought
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Hey my girlfriend, girlfriend
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The record was cool
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Oh my girlfriend, girlfriend
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You know you made me smile
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Oh my girlfriend, girlfriend
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I thought we’d be friends for a while...
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I thought that we’d be, I thought we’d be friends
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girl.
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What’ya do it for? Hey, what’ya do it for?
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Why’d ya make me cry, little girl? Cry.
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Oh the books and records, clouds in mind, I think of
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you, think of him sometimes...
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What’ya do it for?
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I won’t think about it, I won’t think about it
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Ever again.
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The Girl From Lakeville
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| Nerina Pallot |
