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The Fifties lyrics
I've stowed away everything in boxes and old spaces trying to keep my senses. The only place I want to be is listening to Elvis in your front seat, faking a life in the fifties. It's not that I lied, it's just hard to say that I tried. I just think that it's about time that I stopped falling for every beautiful set of brown eyes just like your brown eyes.
Part of these releases
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- Track 8 on Grow Up, Dude
- 7 I Am, I’m Trying
- 9 Good for Bond, Bad for You
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