| There’s a line on her jeans, that a ballpoint made
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| From a careless mistake, that she can’t wash away
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| And there’s a heart on her sleeve, from a spill of red wine
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| There’s a piece of green in the blue of her eyes
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| She named it after me
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| There’s a stay dog she feeds, that she found in the street
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| And he loves her to hold him, but he won’t let her keep him
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| And he claws at the door to be let out at night
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| And she makes do without him, and she worries about him
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| She named him after me
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| So if you ever decide, that you have to escape
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| And travel the world, and you can’t find a place
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| Well, you could wind up believin'
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| That paradise is nothin' more than a feelin'
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| That goes on in your mind
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| So if you ever find out what that is
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| There’s somethin' you could do
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| 'Cause if I ever hold that golden dream again
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| I want to tell you I’m gonna name it after you |