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If you were here in |
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Stark ville |
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Towny boys would love the way you stare |
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If you were here in |
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Stark ville |
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Well the local girls they wouldn't have a prayer |
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Well I've spent a reckless night inside the wonder |
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Of your everlasting charm |
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Now I'm haunted by geography and the flora |
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And the fauna of your heart |
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At the dawning of some road worn day |
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I call you on a whim just to say |
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The mornin' birds are singin' |
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But I could not do them justice |
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So I hung up and |
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I fell back to sleep |
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But I'm in love with my mobility |
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Oh, sometimes this life can be a drag |
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Like when |
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I notice your nobility and how my leaving |
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It only held you back |
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But I remember one occasion when you were drinkin' |
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And you asked me to the coast |
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But I was hell bent on agony back then |
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And so I missed the boat |
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At the dawnin' of some road worn day |
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I call you on a whim just to say |
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My regrets become distractions, cannot do them justice |
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And I hung up and |
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I fell back to sleep |
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When I was down in |
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Stark ville |
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I was hidin' out inside some comfort in |
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From a local gang of troubadours |
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When the home coming |
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Queen, she come ridin' in |
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Yea, but I slipped out of my room into the rain |
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And I went runnin' for my health |
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I watched those headlights turn to moonlight |
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Finally, I was runnin' by myself |
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Now it's the dawning of some road worn day |
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And I call you on a whim just to say |
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The mornin' birds are singin' |
