| This pale Mucha postcard
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| Brings back orange carpet
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| We called roaches butterflies
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| And ate our pies at Birchwood Saloon
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| Off the only road that leaves the state
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| I would sing and pass the plate
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| They all knew me by my face and my father’s name
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| Heavy letter underneath my door
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| A stark reminder what I had before
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| It’s hard to believe I’ve come this far
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| Heavy letter in the dresser drawer
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| Tore it open like a candy bar
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| It’s hard to believe I’ve come this far
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| Bright red hot rod hardtop
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| Off to town for Moose’s Tooth
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| You comin' with? |
| To the parkin' lot?
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| If not, you know my window’s never locked
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| Drew leaned in and said it
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| But his heart wouldn’t let it
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| That’s all right, I’ll be my husband’s wife
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| Heavy letter makes a perfect mark
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| On the page and in the heart
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| It’s hard to believe I’ve come this far
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| Heavy letter in the dresser drawer
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| Tore it open like a candy bar
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| It’s hard to believe I’ve come this far
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| Nervous tearing through the sky
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| Grieving every inch I gain
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| Counting pools and freeways
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| I will sing and pass the plate
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| They will know me by my face
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| And my father’s name
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| Heavy letter in the dresser drawer
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| Tore it open like a candy bar
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| It’s hard to believe I’ve come this far
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| Heavy letter headed for your shore
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| A premonition of what’s in store
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| It’s hard to believe we’ve come this far |