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I made a living writing lover's dream words, |
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I found the notes to hang them on |
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I fround a way to play with the meaning of things |
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And i came up with a couple good songs. |
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And so i oughta have an easy answer, |
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I oughta have some pretty things to say, |
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But i haven't found the combination |
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That'll make you change your mind and wanna stay. |
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So i wish i had one sure honest line to say over and over again |
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Sung in tune and time to a melody pure |
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One clear everpresent pulse in the pocket |
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And i'm on the radio so you'll know that i am yours |
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Listen to the laughter of the children |
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She scratched on the back of a bill |
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As we climbed past the road to the schoolhouse |
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On the burnt crust browning pan hill |
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To where they don't take sad for an answer, |
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A place at the corner of your heart, |
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Where music meets with memories, |
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So you can recognize the feeling from the start |
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How i wish i had one sure honest line to say over and over again |
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Sung in tune and time to a melody pure |
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One clear everpresent pulse in the pocket? |
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I'm on the radio so you'll know that i am yours |
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They'll put us on the radio so you'll know that i am yours |
