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| I met a boy called | Frank Mills, on Sept | ember 12th right here |
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| in front of the | Waverly, but un | fortunately, | I lost his address. |
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| He was last seen with his friend, |
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| a drummer he re | sembles George Harrison of | the Beatles, |
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| but he | wears his hair tied | in a small | bow at | the back. |
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| I | love him, but it em | barrasses me to walk down the street with him. |
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| He lives in | Brooklyn | somewhere, | and he wears his white crash | helmet. |
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| He has | golden chains on his leather jacket, |
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| and | on the back, are | written the names | Mary and | Mom and Hell's | Angels. |
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| I would gratefully | appreciate it | if you see him, | tell him |
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| I am in the park with my | girlfriend, an | d please tell him | Angela and | I |
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| don't want the | two dollars | back, | just | him. |