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My secret weapon is a little girl Maybe you are getting lost on purpose If boredom is the enemy Fear is the cure All paths are really a circle So sunny But so lonely Bright and yellow No one's home in my town I am jealous that this is just another place to you A hotel, roadside restaurant with no past But I am from here and my heart it feels rejected They won't be strangers to you forever So sunny But so lonely Bright and yellow No one's home in my town My secret weapon is a little girl Maybe you are getting lost on purpose From Letras Mania