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Ditch Lily, sittin' by the road, |
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Dead still and your head hung low. |
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Oooh, shall |
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I take you home? |
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Pick you up put you in my lapel, |
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If I carry you, |
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I have to leave a piece of myself. |
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I followed you down to the old cove |
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Caught you drinking up the moonlight, |
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From the dark, ohh |
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Lilly When |
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I picked you from the bunch, |
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You weren't the prettiest |
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I ever seen, |
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But next to the road, you're a goddess, you're a queen |
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You were made incomplete |
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You were made for me |
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You were made incomplete |
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You were made for me |
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I twisted and |
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I shaped to you, to my need, oooohh |
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Lilly You're a grass blade tossin' in the wind, barely clinging to the ground. |
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You're a circus barrelin' through some forgotten town |
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You have a violence |
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Chills me to the bone |
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A fire inside of you that no one's seen and no one knows. |
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You were made incomplete |
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You were made for me |
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You were made incomplete (you look so pretty) |
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You were made for me (better than the graves(??)) |
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You are made for me |
