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Aaron and Maria ran |
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From the Northwest coast to the city and |
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Now they reside out in Brooklyn Heights |
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Where the rich kids hide and the years go by |
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Aaron writes but they both survive |
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'Cause Maria waits on library lines |
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And Aaron sighs, "If the TV's right |
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Put your hat on tight or catch your death outside" |
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We're living off some modest trust |
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From daddy 'fore his oil went bust |
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And loving you is just enough |
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'Cause no one gives a fuck about us |
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Understand it's the way I am |
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When we argue and break the hearts we have |
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We only fight 'cause you love me right |
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And when we lay at night I feel a kick inside |
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We're living off some modest trust |
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From daddy 'fore his oil went bust |
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And loving you is just enough |
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'Cause no one gives a fuck about us |
