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Goodbye to my Santa Monica dream Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine You tell me stories of the sea And the ones you left behind Goodbye to the roses on your street Goodbye to the paintings on your wall Goodbye to the children we'll never meet And the ones we left behind And the ones we left behind I'm somewhere, you're somewhere I'm nowhere, you're nowhere You're somewhere, you're somewhere I could go there but I don't Rob's in the kitchen making pizza Somewhere down in Battery Park I'm singing songs about the future Wondering where you are I could call you on the telephone But do I really want to know? You're making love now to the lady down the road No I don't, I don't want to know I'm somewhere, you're somewhere I'm nowhere, you're nowhere You're somewhere, you're somewhere I could go there but I don;t Goodbye to my Santa Monica dream Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine You will tell me stories of the sea And the ones you left behind And the ones we left behind
