| Through the glass of the bottle
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| All is green and bends
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| And seeing her distorted so
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| I went through hell and back again
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| She was my dearest friend
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| But she will go to heaven
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| So maybe I can see her then
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| Well, my car will barely start
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| I gotta get it to Vermont
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| She spent her summers in Bar Harbor
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| Working in a restaurant
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| And she had a lotta boyfriends
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| I count the ones I know
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| As I shudder through New Hampshire
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| Wes Hartley on the radio
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| God-God-God damn the girl was fine
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| And I was glad to call her mine
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| She weren’t mine and I weren’t hers
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| I lost her at the five and dime
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| She was talking to a 6'5″ ex-marine
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| Who was living out his truck
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| She said «he is very fragile»
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| I said «I don’t give a fuck»
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| We went up and we went down
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| And she wanted to get out of town
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| We were on a rollercoaster, they go nowhere
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| They just land you back on the ground
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| God-God-God damn the girl was fine
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| And I was glad to call her mine
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| She weren’t mine and I weren’t hers
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| I lost her at the five and dime
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| She was talking to a 6'5″ ex-marine
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| Who was living out his truck
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| She said «he is very fragile»
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| I said «I don’t give a…» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Through a Glass , by - Henry Jamison. Song from the album The Wilds, in the genre Музыка мира