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Outside my window |
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I swear on my mama's grave |
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Faded out the street noise |
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Like a out of focus Polaroid |
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So I shot the moon |
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And I cursed the wind |
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Making me think |
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That you were here again |
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Smoke and mirrors |
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Somebody stole you away |
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That's the biggest conspiracy |
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Since, JFK |
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So we combed the corners |
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And glass houses |
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But the right directions |
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We never found it |
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Well, I'd trade in all the rest of my days |
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Just the mere reflection of your face |
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For one shining moment |
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With you or somebody like you |
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With you or somebody just like you |
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Called inspectors |
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The cops and the CIA |
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They drew chalk circles 'round |
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The place that we used to lay |
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But nobody testified |
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Not a single witness |
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I swore, I was crucified |
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With no forgiveness |
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And the sheriff shined his light |
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Like I was drunk and dangerous |
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My hands were already tied |
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So he put away his handcuffs |
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And in my blind spot |
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I saw the silhouette |
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Your crazy legs smoking |
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A long black cigarette |
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But I'd trade in all the rest of my days |
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Your crooked smile, your wicked ways |
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I'd fill up all this empty space |
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With you or somebody like you |
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With you or somebody just like you |
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Oh, you or somebody like you, oh |
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Now I should've learned my lesson |
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Done what I was told |
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Should've counted all my blessings |
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Like fingers and toes |
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And now I'm tripping like a blind man |
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And searchin' high and low |
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For you or somebody like you |
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For you or somebody just like you |
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For you or somebody like you |
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For you or somebody just like you, oh, oh |
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Yeah, whoa, somebody just like you |
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Oh, somebody just like you, oh |
