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I’m just sitting
Alone in my room
I’m just pretending
I’m singing to you
I’m just a tourist
In the town of my youth
Taking little snapshots
To stick in a book
I don’t know you
You don’t know me.

I’m full of summer and sunshine today
‘Cause for some reason got everything I need
And all that I’m asking is a smile on your face
But you seem like a stranger when I hear you say
I don’t know you
You don’t know me

I believe in the great outdoors
Makes the heart beat, opens up the pores
I don’t know why you hang out in that same club all the time
And smoky bars
Where old men use those same pick-up lines
Ashtrays and beer cans decorate your life
You look so tired and depressed
It makes your mother cry
All eyes on you (x4)

Fishnet stockings
Long black boots
They don’t see you crying
They just see your roots
Show me money
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Take away my blues
We’re all just living
The life we choose
And I don’t know you
You don’t know me

She believe in the great outdoors
Makes the heart beat, opens up the pores
I don’t know why you hang out in that same club all the time
And smoky bars
Where old men use those same pick-up lines
Ashtrays and beer cans decorate your life
You look so tired and depressed
It makes your mother cry
All eyes on you (x4)

Children sniffing glue
It makes you sad
But what can you do?
AZT the end approaches
Spray cans kill the cockroaches
I don’t want to marry your son
I’m sure I’m not the only one
No place for protest music
CNN is my best friend
It’s because of the dress
My kitchen’s in a mess
It’s the wine I’m drinking
The thoughts I’m thinking
I’m not sleeping
No place for protest music
All eyes on you (x4)