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| Santa Monica (Savage Garden) |
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| In Santa Monica, in the winter time, The lazy streets so undemanding I
walk into the crowd In Santa Monica, you get your coffee from The
coolest places on the promenade Where people dress just so Beauty so
unavoidable, everywhere you turn It's there I sit and wonder what am I
doing here? But on the telephone line I am anyone I am anything
I want to be I could be a super model or Norman Mailer And you
wouldn't know the difference Or would you? In Santa Monica, all
the people got modern names Like Jake or Mandy And modern bodies too
In Santa Monica, on the boulevard, You'll have to dodge those
In-line skaters Or they'll knock you down I never felt so lonely,
Never felt so out of place I never wanted something more than this
But on the telephone line I am anyone I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model or Norman Mailer And you wouldn't know the
difference On the telephone line, I am any height I am any age I
want to be I could be a caped crusader, or space invader And you
wouldn't know the difference Or would you? [repeat]
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