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My girl she's a good one, |
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she's always on my mind, |
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she is a rose and I am a stone, |
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she's always poking her head out |
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and striking a pose, |
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I'm always plucking her petals, |
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and some nights we fall out of love, |
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some nights I sleep in her arms, |
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some nights I sleep on the couch. |
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Well I spent that night in our past life, |
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wringing out the years from our shoes, |
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in the distance yo lived with my signature |
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penned on a treaty that kept our armies at rest, |
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but I was a pushy little one, |
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when you tried to find someone new, |
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I just kind of waited around for you, |
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because what else was I suppose to do? |
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I know where your heartache exists, |
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it's when you are alone and when you're around me. |
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I saw it in your face the day we parked your car |
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on the shoulder by the reservoir, |
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and in my mouth my words did hide |
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for fear of being recognized. |