Hanging around the streets of your town,
I was waiting for you there.
I'd run aground, was on the way out,
Just kept thinking about your hair.
Wait alone, head is gone, where you running to?
Standing your ground, you made us so proud,
No one noticed, no one cared.
Ain't worth knowing, ain't worth knowing.
Is how I feel to know that you're going,
That you're going, going,
When I'm talking to you, it all becomes so clear,
I meant every word I said.
Hanging around the streets of your town,
I keep waiting 'til you go.
Ain't worth knowing, ain't worth knowing.
Is how I feel to know that you're going,
That you're going, that you're going,
I'm wasting life, I'm sure of that.
The glimpse that I see just fell black,
Your tears make pretty streams and there
Is a man over there, says he wants you,
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