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I got a postcard with an old address |
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A picture of |
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Houston in a beat up mess |
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Just to remind me that it all went wrong |
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Just to beat me up, just to turn me on |
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Stray paper, stray paper, stray paper |
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Burnin' in my hands |
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Cigarettes in the glove box with the classified ads |
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Ashes and silver worn into your hands |
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I got to see you on a bar napkin |
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Gas station quarters, |
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I got to see you again |
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Stray paper, stray paper, stray paper |
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Burnin' in my hands |
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Somewhere there's a letter that |
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I never sent |
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It used to read pretty, now it's empty as |
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That night in the headlights with the blankets pressed |
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Was it something to you baby, was it always just |
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Stray paper, stray paper, stray paper |
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Burnin' in my hands |
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Stray paper, stray paper, stray paper |
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Burnin' in my hands |
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Burnin' in my hands |
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Burnin' in my hands |
