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Sometimes I just, I can't help but think |
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There's a particular way for an angel to sleep |
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With her head just so, turned up unaware |
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That you're standing there watching her dream something |
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frightfully beautiful |
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And why can't I take this car and drive it to Mexico |
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And we'll rob a Texaco in Santa Fe where we'll run out of gas |
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I wonder why, it scares me to death |
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You tell me everything you ever thought about love was a lie |
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And I should be struck dumb... happily insane |
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But the man in my head recommends against paving my history |
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So why can't I take this car and drive it to Mexico |
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We'll rob a Texaco in Santa Fe where we'll run out of gas |
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Why can't I take this bird and fly her to Jupiter |
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Pitstop in Venus, stare back at the Earth while she |
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catches her sweet soft breath |
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Why can't I take this car |
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Why can't I take this bird |
