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I love this ****ing country (who feels me?) |
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And she loved me more than I could imagine |
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So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic |
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Ran away from the backyard to drift some more |
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Woke up in Texas next to a liquor store |
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With a woman who don't even drink alcohol |
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Big letters "IRONY" tagged on the wall |
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She was named for another flat land |
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We had a strong back then |
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In common, we had a bond |
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That would never see the break of dawn |
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To damn afraid of the queen trying to take the pawn (threw that away) |
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Yes, yes headed out west and got undressed |
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With the nurture that she gave me |
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Made me trip and get obsessed |
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There was a lady in Los Angeles |
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That handled this the way the manual suggests |
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She turned me on to music that I never heard before |
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She told me stories from a cup I haven't leaned to pour |
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And I don't know what hurt it more |
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Professional journals or perpetual burn holes |
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Scarring up the dirty floor (peace) |
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Found a hollow hole in the Colorado snow |
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It's like I follow anywhere El Diablo go |
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Took a stroll with the feline |
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And sat silent while the snow flakes fell into the design |
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Can't let her dance up on top on the top floor |
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Been there, done that |
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What do you think it's locked for? |
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I've lost more to my traveling soul |
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Then I care to talk about so I'll be out, I'll be on the road |
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(Down, down) Down in Gainesville |
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No stranger to shame, Coltrane and pain pills |
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Sometimes the ceiling's to easy to stare at |
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But it keeps me from a forest full of snare taps and bear traps |
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And it can't come clean without the sun beams |
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And it ain't complete without the drum beats |
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And I can tell she don't want me "as is" |
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Time to climb back into the van and make the back stiff |
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I had to add one more story to the infinite |
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Already interwoven through a New York cigarette |
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Ex-lover and a best friend |
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Best lover and an ex-friend open for alcoholic sentimentalism |
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And the rhythm of religion on the p.a. make the people here say, |
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"God bless the DJ" |
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She stays to wait for a replay |
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While I wonder if I'll be able to hear it from the freeway? |
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Chicago, inside of an empty bottle |
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There's a thin line between gossip and gospel |
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And there's a house over there near Wicker Park |
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Where I found out smart was afraid of the dark |
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Had to break a heart just to help me heal up |
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Tie a knot in the stomach just to help me seal up |
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And make sure the demons stay beneath the core |
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Pray for you and yours and whoever you believe in more |
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Look around you there's angels amongst us |
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(Look around you there's angels amongst us) |
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Sittin' in the rain at some sidewalk cafe |
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Half of her wet cigarette in the ash tray |
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She's tryin' to find a lost soul to save |
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And I'm a lost soul trying to find a road that's paved |
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Keep faith in my suitcase, pack my beliefs |
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Angels exist, I've even seen some sleep |
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I love this ****ing country (who feels me?) |
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And she loved me more than I could imagine |
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So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic |
