| See that park bench and that streetlight
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| Had our first kiss and our first fight
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| And through that doorway there’s a cafe
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| Every Sunday, yeah, that was our place
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| And that’s the trouble with this town
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| When I go out
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| It’s everywhere I go, everywhere I look
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| Stuck in it uptown, merry-go-round
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| I’m hanging on a neon heart
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| Nowhere to hide and there’s nowhere to run
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| I wanna be over him and done
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| He’s still out there kicking my heart around
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| And that’s the trouble with this town
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| Yeah, that’s the trouble with this town, yeah
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| If you turn left down on third street
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| There’s a motel, yeah, that’s where they’d meet
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| All the secrets that you can’t keep
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| Keep on talkin' through the concrete
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| And that’s the trouble with this town
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| When I go out
|
| It’s everywhere I go, everywhere I look
|
| Stuck in it up, merry-go-round
|
| I’m hanging on a neon heart
|
| Nowhere to hide and there’s nowhere to run
|
| I wanna be over him and done
|
| But he’s still out there kicking my heart around
|
| That’s the trouble with this town
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| Yei-yeah
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| That’s the trouble with this town
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| Nowhere to hide and there’s nowhere to run
|
| I wanna be over him and done
|
| Nowhere to hide and there’s nowhere to run
|
| I wanna be over him and done
|
| And that’s the trouble with this town
|
| When I go out
|
| It’s everywhere I go, everywhere I look
|
| Stuck in it uptown, merry-go-round
|
| I’m hanging on a neon heart
|
| Nowhere to hide and there’s nowhere to run
|
| I wanna be over him and done
|
| But he’s still out there kicking my heart around
|
| That’s the trouble with this town
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| Yei-yeah
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| That’s the trouble with this town |