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I'm just mad about my old school shirt |
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The frills, they are a must |
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The things of all those kids and that old city school |
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All those kids are lost |
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Them kids are lost |
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They're lost |
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I'm just mad about that old radio |
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The tunes that it used to play |
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How come you ain't singing now well |
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Did our voices get away |
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Well did they get away |
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Get away |
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I'll be shooting holes in the sky to make it rain, make it the same |
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Shooting holes in the sky once again. |
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I'm just mad about all those people |
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Who came but did not stay |
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They sit so quietly my memories |
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Gone but not on me |
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Shooting holes in the sky to make it rain, make it the same |
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Shooting holes in the sky once again. |
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Shooting holes in the sky to make it rain, make it the same |
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Shooting holes in the sky once again. |
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Caught in a headlock, I wanted to be the same |
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Caught in a headlock, I wanted to be the same |
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Caught in a headlock, I wanted to be the same |
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Caught in a headlock, I wanted to be the same |
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Again. |
