| I’ve been known to be vague and often pointless
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| But you sure as shit know me better than anybody else
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| And for that in my heart I am hopeful
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| So I helped you pack your bags and I folded up your snap shirts
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| And when you come back it will already be the winter
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| If you look at other girls working out in the nighttime
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| I don’t mind but I don’t want to know
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| And these years that I have known you, it’s gone and blurred my sense of time
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| Now I can hardly even recall what came before this
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| Letters left on pillows, messages left on phones
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| And the postcards in the mail when we sent them
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| Cobwebs all collected, paintings on the walls
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| Lounging around all day in a hot pink chenille housecoat
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| And the secrets that I whispered in your ear while you were sleeping
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| You can call to mind when you’re out in the world without me
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| Oh the denim king
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| Oh the denim king
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| And I sure as shit do love you
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| And I cuss because I mean it
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| And for that in my heart I am hopeful
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| And these words that I chose, I was so careful |