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I'm okay |
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If you get me at a good angle |
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And you're okay |
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In the sort of light |
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And we don't look |
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Like pages from a magazine |
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But that's all right |
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That's all right |
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I crashed your pickup truck |
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And then i had to drive it back home |
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I was crying |
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I was so scared |
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Of what you would do |
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Of what you would say |
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But you just started laughing |
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So i started laughing along |
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Saying, it looks a little rough |
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But it runs okay |
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It looks a little rough |
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But it runs good anyway |
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We get a little further from perfection |
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Each year on the road |
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I guess that's what they call character |
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I guess that's just the way it goes |
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Better to be dusty than polished |
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Like some store window mannequin |
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Why don't you tocuh me where i'm rusty |
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Let me stain your hands |
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When you're pretty as a picture |
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They pound down your door |
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But i've been offered love |
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In two dimensions before |
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And i know that it's not all |
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It's made out to be |
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Let's show them how it's done |
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Let's do it all imperfectly |
