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Every year is the same, I feel it again |
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I'm a loser, no chance to win |
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Leaves start falling, come down is calling |
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Loneliness starts sinking in |
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But I'm one, I am one |
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And I can see that this is me |
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I will be, you'll all see, I'm the one |
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Where do you get those blue, blue jeans |
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Faded, patched, secret so tight? |
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Where do you get, that walk oh, so lean? |
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Your shoes and your shirt always right |
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But I'm one, I'm one and I can see |
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That this is me, I will be, you'll all see, I'm the one |
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I got a Gibson without a case |
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But I can't get that even-tanned look on my face |
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Ill-fitting clothes and I blend in the crowd |
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Fingers so clumsy, voice too loud |
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But I'm one, I'm one, I can see |
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That this is me and I will be |
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You'll all see, I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one |
