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There's no New Hampshires left

I'll bet the boardwalk's next

There's no New York

There's no more Cork

To set the bottle west, yeah

There's no more rodeo

There's no place else to go

There's no one left to lie to

But my car, ah

There is no place like Penny Lane

There's no more yesterday

But something in the way you move me

Keeps me moving on from day to day

There's no more oyster bar

There's no more Ringo Starr

There's no one left to love but you and me

There's no more Mr. Wrong

There's no more mystery

And nothing left that's less than you from me

There's nothing left to fight

There's only black and white

When you're west of me

And when you're west of me

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