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Bobby Jean (Bruce Springsteen)

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Well I came by your house the other day. Your mother said you went away.
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She said there was nothing that I could have done. There was nothing nobody could say.
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Me and you we've known each other ever since we were sixteen.
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I wished I would have known, I wished I could have called you,
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Just to say goodbye, Bobby Jean.

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Now you hung with me when all the others turned away, turned up their nose.
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We liked the same music, we liked the same bands, we liked the same clothes.
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We told each other that we were the wildest, the wildest things we'd ever seen.
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Now I wished you would have told me, I wished I could have talked to you,
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Just to say goodbye, Bobby Jean   A   E   D   h

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Now we went walking in the rain talking about the pain from the world we hid.
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Now there ain't nobody nowhere nohow gonna ever understand me the way you did.
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Maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere, in some bus or train traveling along.
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In some motel room there'll be a radio playing and you'll hear me 		sing this song.
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Well if you do, you'll_know,_I'm_thinking_of_you. And all the miles in between.
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    And I'm just calling one last time not to change your mind.
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Just to say I miss you baby. Good luck, goodbye Bobby Jean.