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By Bangles, I knew it'd turn out like this
I'm keeping one foot
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By Bangles, One thing or another
Your head is filled with questions
sights and
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By Bangles, Know, you gotta know
Is that yourself or nothing at all
Oh,
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By Bangles, Words of comfort and love
Spoken in design
Turn cruel, unkind
You have
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By Bangles, Six o' clock already, I was just in the middle
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By Bangles, Six o' clock already
I was just in the middle of
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By Bangles, Six o' clock already
I was just in the middle of
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By Bangles, You're sending me mixed messages
Mixed messages that I can hardly
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By Bangles, He's got a slow, slow ride
Got a camera inside
He takes
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By Bangles, Dream with me in my room
Lay down.
I know you hurt,
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By Bangles, Hey Sugar I had that dream again
I saw you in
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By Bangles, Busted down and broken all in two
But you never thought
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By Bangles, Saw your head turned a bit too far to the
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By Bangles, Writing the lines as they come to me
Scratching them out
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By Bangles, Take all of the money
Take all of the sweet plum
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By Bangles, September gurls do so much
And for so long till we
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By Bangles, Told her you'd forget
It hasn't happened yet
Oh, you want to
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By Bangles, Single by choice
Never marry, never ever divorce
Listen to the solitary
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By Bangles, I've seen the shadows fall
Colors that fade on my wall
Dressed
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By Bangles, Everything in a moment starting where
Something you said is hanging
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By Bangles, Everything in a moment starting where
Something you said is hanging
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By Bangles, When I saw you for the first time
Eyes the color
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By Bangles, A summer's day so long ago
A thousand boats dancing on
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By Bangles, Standing in the hallway,
trouble coming my way
He called me
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By Bangles, If you need me, I'll be here
On my knees, on
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By Bangles, Who dries your eyes when you cry real tears?
Who knows
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By Bangles, Threw away the things you loved
Now you want me
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By Bangles, I don't think about us much anymore
Frankly, the topic has
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By Bangles, I get so restless here alone
That's why I call you
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By Bangles, All the old paintings on the tombs
They do the sand
