By skipping instrumental, foreign language, and ignoring the mostly spoken word entry to one of these....(and not always being sure if what I was writing was the first line or the first sentence):
She’s a rich girl, she don’t try to hide it Hold on we brave the waves don’t fall Bit by bit putting it together
He stumbled into faith and thought My true love browned in a dirty old pan of oil Happiness hit her like a train on a track
I got a little bit of hope If I ever feel the light again Istanbul was Constantinople Breaking my back just to know your name.
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She’s a rich girl, she don’t try to hide it
Hold on we brave the waves don’t fall
Bit by bit putting it together
He stumbled into faith and thought
My true love browned in a dirty old pan of oil
Happiness hit her like a train on a track
I got a little bit of hope
If I ever feel the light again
Istanbul was Constantinople
Breaking my back just to know your name.
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