| I don’t belong in the world, that’s what it is
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| Something separates me from other people
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| Everywhere I turn, there’s something blocking my escape
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| It took thirteen beaches to find one empty
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| But finally, it’s mine
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| With drippin' peaches, I’m camera ready
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| Almost all the time
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| But I still get lonely
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| And baby, only then do I let myself recline
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| Can I let go, and let your memory dance
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| In the ballroom of my mind?
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| Across the county line
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| It hurts to love you, but I still love you
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| It’s just the way I feel
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| And I’d be lyin' if I kept hidin'
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| The fact that I can’t deal
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| And that I’ve been dyin' (Yeah)
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| For somethin' real
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| That I’ve been dyin' for somethin' real
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| It took thirteen beaches to find one empty
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| But finally, I’m fine
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| Past Ventura and lenses plenty
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| In the white sunshine
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| But you still can find me, if you ask nicely
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| Underneath the pines
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| With the daisies, feelin' hazy
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| In the ballroom of my mind
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| Across the county line
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| It hurts to love you, but I still love you
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| It’s just the way I feel
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| And I’d be lyin' if I kept hidin'
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| The fact that I can’t deal
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| And that I’ve been dyin' (Yeah)
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| For somethin' real
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| That I’ve been dyin' for somethin' real
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| It hurts to love you, but I still love you
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| It’s just the way I feel
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| And I’d be lyin' if I kept hidin'
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| The fact that I can’t deal
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| The fact that I can’t deal |