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If I could write, |
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I'd tell you how much I've missed these nights |
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Where we'd dig around the bones |
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And 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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The corner boys told her how I was dyin' 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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And 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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While you just kept coming apart |
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You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos, |
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And 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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While you just kept coming apart straight in my arms |
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Fell straight in my arms |
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And I miss it sometimes |
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Shakin' like a leaf on the corner of Vine |
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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 can feel it comin' up as the night's gettin' warm |
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I saw your summer dress hangin' 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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And 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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While you just kept coming apart |
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You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos |
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And 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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While you just kept coming apart right 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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And tryin' to find some way to be redeemed |
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Bring a dollar with you, baby |
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In the cold, cold ground |
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You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos |
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And 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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While you just kept coming apart |
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You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos |
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And 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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While you just kept coming apart, you fell straight in my arms. |
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You fell straight in my arms. |
