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Feelin' ticklish, just met a new girl |
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She's got a tattoo, said she remembers you |
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Oh, one day waitin' out the rain |
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She embroidered the portrait of a tortured artist on your sleeve |
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Laugh at your own jokes |
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Ooh, wouldn't dare laugh at yourself, what a surprise |
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Happy, happy birthday to you |
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Oh, you're mama's little dream come true |
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She painted the colors of the sunset with her fingers on my teepee |
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Likes cold, cold wine, cradled in the evening sky |
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Drinks in the deep dark reds of romance and poetry |
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Ooh, laughs out loud as movie stars shed their tears |
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In her sleep she dreams with melancholy |
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And I know, I know I'm just like you |
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I was leaving in a way, I'm already gone |
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Still young, no, oozing to the radio |
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Oh, like poetry a tired cowboy just let his horse run free |
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I know, ooh, I'm just like you |
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Not goin' anywhere, feel near gone |
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There's a van passing fast |
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Moving in stereo |
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Barely see her face |
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Or maybe outline |
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I'm not, I can barely see |
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Even as she sleeps |
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Oh, she laughs so long, laughing loud |
