You stand in the doorway,
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A block up the street
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Ringing the doorbell
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There's tapping of feet
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High yellow hair
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And a worn brown suit...
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Enter, and break the news
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Now tell me the story
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I give it the time
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No need to worry
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Everything's fine
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I'll take you away
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From this name-calling scene
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Sure... You can bring your magazine
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Cold and windblown on the old bandstand
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You and I walking hand in hand
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A neon glow-shining
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Down on us
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Don't wait up for us
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Don't wait up for us
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Now tell me the story
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I'll give it the time
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When you stop looking
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Then you will find
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I'll take you away
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From this name-calling scene
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Just bring your magazine
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Cold and windblown on the old bandstand
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You and I walking hand in hand
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A neon glow-shining
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Down on us
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Don't wait up for us
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Don't wait up for us
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Cold and windblown on the old bandstand
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You and I walking hand in hand
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A neon glow-shining
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Down on us
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Don't wait up for us
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Don't wait up for us
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Don't wait up for us
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Don't wait up for us
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Don't wait up for us
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Don't wait up for us
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Don't wait up for us
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Don't wait up for us
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Don't wait up for us
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Don't wait up for us
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Don't wait up for us
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Don't wait up for us
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Bandstand
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A-ha |