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I don't know if I took a wrong turn |
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Cause the birds don't fly low like they used to |
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The water's rising but I'm bone dry |
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And I don't come for you like I used to |
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And I need a stranger to tell me I'm beautiful |
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I wanna hold onto nothing and ride |
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Like the cinnamon girl |
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Like a butterfly |
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Just hold onto nothing |
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And ride |
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Well sometimes I'm hungry for the warmth of a body |
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Like a flame that could feed me or keep me alive |
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I done the right thing but I'm incomplete |
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I need something to explode inside |
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And I need a stranger to tell me I'm beautiful |
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I wanna hold onto nothing and ride |
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Like the cinnamon girl |
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Like a butterfly |
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Just hold onto nothing |
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And ride |
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Hold onto nothing |
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And ride |
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Onto Georgia O'Keeffe's skies |
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Over red earth plains |
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Where the desert raven flies |
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Where the truth remains |
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Let me ride |
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Yeah |
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Ride, ride |
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'Cause I need a stranger to tell me I'm beautiful |
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I wanna hold onto nothing and ride |
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Like the cinnamon girl |
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Like a butterfly |
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Just hold onto nothing |
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And I need a stranger to tell me I'm beautiful |
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I wanna hold onto nothing and ride |
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Like the cinnamon girl |
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Like a butterfly |
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Hold onto nothing |
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Yeah, I need a stranger to tell me I'm beautiful |
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I wanna hold onto nothing and nothing and nothing |
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Yeah, hold onto nothing |
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And ride |
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Hold onto nothing |
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And ride |
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Hold onto nothing |
