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If I could write, I'd tell you how much I miss these nights. |
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Where we dig around the bones, |
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try to find peace and patches for the holes. |
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I lit a cigarette on a parking meter. |
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Corner boys told her how I was dying to meet her. |
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Like a prayer I said, on a dead man's knee. |
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You drove up like a parade. |
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You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos. |
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Your old '55 that you drove through the roof. |
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Of the sky, up above these indifferent stars. |
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Where you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms. |
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You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos. |
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Your old '55 that you drove through the roof. |
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Of the sky, up above these indifferent stars. |
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Where you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms. |
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And I miss her sometimes. |
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Shaking like a leaf on the corner of life. |
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But I heard it's alright. |
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The radio spoke to a good friend of mine. |
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And I could feel it coming up as the nights getting warm. |
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Saw your summer dress hanging on the back of the lawn. |
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Like a dream I remember from an easier time. |
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With the top rolled down on a Saturday night. |
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You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos. |
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Your old '55 that you drove through the roof. |
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Of the sky, up above these indifferent stars. |
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Where you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms. |
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You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos. |
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Your old '55 that you drove through the roof. |
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Of the sky, up above these indifferent stars. |
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Where you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms. |
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Right in my arms. |
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And I always dreamed of Classic cars and movie screens. |
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Trying to find someway to be redeemed. |
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Baby darling, we will be, in the cold cold ground. |
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You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos. |
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Your old '55 that you drove through the roof. |
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Of the sky, up above these indifferent stars. |
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Where you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms. |
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You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos. |
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Your old '55 that you drove through the roof. |
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Of the sky, up above these indifferent stars. |
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Where you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms. |
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You fell straight in my arms. |
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