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I had girl I knew she grew became a woman |
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Now I think that she teaches at one of the schools downtown, |
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We used to roll the windows down |
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And play the music loud |
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Smoking out in her car |
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Lost in west Omaha, |
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And we'd get drunk and kiss |
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Our bodies twist like shoe laces. |
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And we never came untied; |
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I guess you were just my type. |
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You know that summer never stopped. |
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I still pretend I'm there. |
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Bands in the living room, |
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Neighbors ain't never cared. |
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So when I sat behind the drum set. |
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Your heartbeat's what I tried to play. |
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With kick and snares so careless not in time. |
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So you got ahead of me. |
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And I guess I'm still dragging behind. |
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I had a friend who changed his name |
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But couldn't change himself. |
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Never quite figured out |
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How to do with what life had dealt. |
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He put a needle in his arm |
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To calm his handsome hell. |
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Who would have imagined it? |
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Could've worked out so well. |
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Now he's a shape that moves |
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Like echoes through my empty room. |
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And there's a voice that speaks |
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Like someone's right behind me. |
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I turned around and found |
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Exactly what you would expect. |
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Clothes I left on my floor. |
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The papers piled on my desk. |
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But where the ink is |
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Where the cause effect what's meant by it |
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The story is incomplete. |
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The pictures' left unfinished. |
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So I am writing my own ending. |
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I'll let my pen bleed black or blue. |
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And I will color in the meaning. |
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It will be gold and green and true. |
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And I'll learn to love my new discovered proof. |
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I'll be grateful for this day. |
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I will be grateful for each day to come. |
