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Well I used to know someone fair |
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She had orange ribbons in her hair |
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She was such a trip, she was hardly there |
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But I loved her, just the same |
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There was rain in our window |
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The FM set was ragged |
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But she could talk, yeah |
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We learned to speak |
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And one year has gone by |
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Such a long, long road to seek it |
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All we did was break and freak it |
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We had all that lovers ever had |
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We just blew it and |
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I'm not sad |
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Well, I'm mad and |
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I'm badAnd two years have gone by |
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Now her world was bright orange |
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And the fire glowed |
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And her friend had a baby |
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And she lived with us |
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Yeah, we broke through the window |
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Yeah, we knocked on the door |
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Her phone would not answer |
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Yeah, but she's still home |
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Now her father has passed over |
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And her sister is a star |
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And her mother smokes diamonds |
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And she sleeps out in the car |
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Yeah, but she remembers |
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ChicagoThe musicians and guitars |
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And grass by the lake |
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And people who laughed |
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And made her poor heart ache |
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Now we live down in the valley |
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We work out on the farm |
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We climb up to the mountains |
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And everything's fine and |
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I'm still here |
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And you're still there and we're still around |
