Rebecca

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Met you, brushing your hair with the wind

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Riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive

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Oh, I got a five minute rush from

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You in your faded blue jeans

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How many years is it you've been alive?

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Oh I'll take a guess

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Rebecca, could it be eighteen, nineteen or so

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Ooo, Rebecca, will I ever know?



No way, how will I fit in your life?

How could you live with a man without change?

Too strange and too poor to be trusted

Busted a couple of times

Shaken a bit by the years on the road

And the women I've known



Rebecca, you'd have liked the name I gave to you

Ooo, Rebecca, if you only knew...

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Go home, to your father's friend's straight sons

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To your mother's friend's sweet ones

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To the families, so well-to-do and so well-established and



One day, you might wake up to a shock girl

What has it come to?... this sensible life

The wife of a fool...



Rebecca, reading magazines in a chic salon

Ooo, Rebecca... where's Rebecca gone?

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