| She’s got a bumper like a billboard
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| Covered in stickers of her favorite bands
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| She’s got a handful of records that she turns to
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| When she needs to land
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| She’s a Saturday night parade through the streets
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| That all eyes come to see including me
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| She carries memories around like souvenirs down in her pockets
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| She should have let some go by now but can’t seem to drop it
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| Says forgiveness ain’t nothing but a lifeless tire on the shoulder of her soul
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| That never rolls
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| For as much as she stumbled she’s runnin'
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| For as much as she runs she’s still here
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| Always hoping to find something quicker than Heaven
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| To make the damage of her days disappear
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| Just like Guinevere
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| Just like Guinevere
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| She don’t hold onto nothin' new for very long
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| Yeah she writes you in as just one more tale
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| and then you’re gone
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| 'Cause she once fell hard 'cause she dropped her guard
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| And no one gets to stay it’s just too late
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| For as much as she stumbled she’s runnin'
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| For as much as she runs she’s still here
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| Always hoping to find something quicker than Heaven
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| To make the damage of her days disappear
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| Just like Guinevere
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| Just like Guinevere
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| For as much as she stumbled she’s runnin'
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| For as much as she runs she’s still here
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| For as much as she stumbled she’s runnin'
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| For as much as she runs she’s still here
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| Always hoping to find something quicker than Heaven
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| To make the damage of her days disappear
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| Just like Guinevere
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| Just like Guinevere
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| Lean into me Guinevere
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| Be mine tonight Guinevere |