every year is the same
and I feel it again
I'm a loser - no chance to win
leaves start falling
come down is calling
loneliness starts sinking in

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But I'm one
I am one
And I can see that this is me
And I will be
You'll all see
I'm the one

where do you get
those blue blue jeans?
faded patched secret so tight
where do you get
that walk, oh, so lean?
your shoes and your shirts
all just right

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I got a Gibson
without a case
but I can't get that even tanned look on my face
ill fitting clothes
I blend in the crowd
fingers so clumsy
voice too loud

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