| I’m making waves with the girl down the street
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| She tells me secrets I don’t think I can keep
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| She’s got a brother in the big house, bigger ideas than me
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| I’m making waves with the girl down the street
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| She thinks it’s good that I say what I mean
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| Don’t waste her time with the space in between
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| She gives me reasons for her actions, seem reasonable to me
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| She gives me hell when I deserve it, and that’s good enough for me
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| Somebody called it a long shot
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| Somebody called it a long shot
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| You think you know what I need
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| You want to tell me something
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| You think you see what I see
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| You want to tell me something
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| And when this comes to an end
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| You don’t really know why
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| You can’t quite put all your fingers, only tell me I need
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| You really see the options that I’m giving to you
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| You tell me secrets that I’ll keep
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| And I won’t say a thing or two
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| Somebody called it a long shot
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| Somebody called it a long shot
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| You think you know what I need
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| You want to tell me something
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| You think you see what I see
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| You want to tell me something
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| And when this comes to an end, you say darling
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| Somebody called it a long shot
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| Somebody will call it a long shot
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| You think you know what I need
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| You want to tell me something
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| You think you see what I see
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| You want to tell me something
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| And when this comes to an end, you say darling
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| Somebody called it a long shot
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| Somebody will call it a long shot |