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Tears on the sleeve of a man
Don't want to be a boy today
Heard the eternal footman
Bought himself a bike to race
And Greg he writes letters and burns his C
Ds
They say you were something in those formative years
Hold onto nothing as fast as you can
Well still pretty good year
Maybe a bright sandy beach
Is gonna bring you back
Maybe not so now you're off
You're gonna see America
Well let me tell you something about America
Pretty good year
Some things are melting now
Well what's it gonna take till my baby's alright
And Greg he writes letters with his birthday pen
Sometimes he's aware that they're drawing him in
Lucy was pretty your best friend agreed
Well still pretty good year---
Piano and vocals - Tori Amos
Strings arranged by John Philip Shenale
Conducted by Scott Smalley
Hanging out - George Porter Jr. and Carlo Nuccio
Mixed by Kevin Killen.
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