| Soulful sweet sky blue jeans
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| A golden haired girl with romantic dreams
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| All alone inside her head she sleeps
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| The western scenes of the rodeo queens
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| Nights of isles on shining steeps
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| In a mind to quell the violent screams
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| And the jig is up in this lonesome town
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| When the lights go out and we wander around
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| Until we find a way to disappear
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| And I’m stumbling and I take my seat
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| On a cemetery bench in the summer heat
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| We wait for the priest in the back as I whisper in you ear
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| Melissa, I listen
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| Melissa, we’re gonna get away
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| Melissa, I listen
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| Melissa, together we’ll find a way
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| Sunday school books and haunted nooks
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| Heavy eyed judgmental looks
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| All alone we go against the grain
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| We believe in God
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| We believe in faith
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| We believe in hope even when it rains
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| Never fit with the plans of empty pain
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| And the jig is up in this lonesome town
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| When the lights go out and we wander around
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| Until we find a way to disappear
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| And I’m stumbling and I take my seat
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| On a cemetery bench in the summer heat
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| We wait for the priest in the back as I whisper in you ear
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| Melissa, I listen
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| Melissa, we’re gonna get away
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| Melissa, I listen
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| Melissa, together we’ll find a way |