I got a picture of my friends and me
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Sitting outside Thistletown Laundry at night
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That looks like me between the Holly twins
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Singing hey ho this is your life
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And there's old Ruby and her worn out magazines
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And the guy we called Joe Cinnamon who's polishing his speech
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Hey it looks like Hollywood
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Hey it looks like Hollywood
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Joe married one of the Holly twins
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And they ran the local five and dime
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My mama told me that the other twin
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Got a teaching job at Thistletown High
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But me and Ruby and her worn out magazines
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Jumped a box car on the western line by ol' Cole Martin's stream
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Well me and Ruby had big plans
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Gonna' move to the city gonna' be larger than life
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Just like the girl beside the Marlboro man
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And the pretty lady in the Ivory ad
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Thistletown, Indiana is no place for me
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Give me miles and miles of neon signs and flashy magazines
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Me, I sold my camera for a string of beads
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And Ruby sold he mother's china figurines
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I got a picture of Ruby and me
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Selling candy bars at the Roxy
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The guy who took it called us calendar girls
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And he said someday he'd make us famous
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But me and Ruby never made no magazines
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All we got was just a cold recurrent broken bottle dream
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Hollywood
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