| Dancing around in your button-up coat
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| In a cabin of hammered hardwood notes
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| Beneath the trees, atop a blanket of leaves
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| It was built by a man in the 1960's
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| Under the skeleton roof you wed a girl you just met
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| She shared some sangria and stayed up past sunset
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| And I watched you laughing with smeared black eyes
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| With a collection of stories from the previous night
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| A jug in one hand, half empty with wine
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| Together for some nights in November
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| All we are is one-nighters and songs
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| I robbed an Indian soul from a vacant porch
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| Placed it in the trunk, then got hungry for more
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| Stared down the street treasure finds
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| I didn’t trust my luck so I left them behind
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| Dancing around with your brown bear ears
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| Up a spiral staircase, you’re in love with your fears
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| And you watched me drown in the bottle quick
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| With ink in one hand trying not to be sick
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| A smoke in the other, we’re one messed up clique
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| Together for some nights in November
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| All we are is one-nighters and songs
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| In a closet built for jacket weather
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| I learned that with you is exactly where I belong |