| I’ve been called the boy who cried wolf
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| Thinking it was love when it was just my glass half full
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| I jumped in some nearly empty pool
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| Hung around in dry fountains until I felt your pull
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| You washed this stinging from my hands
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| And I danced into your trance in the burning of autumn sand
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| Baby, I swear I’m on the path
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| Babe, I swear I’m on the path
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| I drove to the coast with my two favorite women
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| And then I prayed in tuxedo pants, I waited for my baptism
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| Held a conch shell up and listened
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| And I stared into his cup until I felt my prison shifting
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| Babe, I finally understand
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| Babe, I finally understand
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| Best friends and whip shine (?) reserve
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| She said, Go on out west.
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| You’re running with the blizzard.
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| She held the hearse cords in her hand.
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| Like a pyramid in the promised land
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| Babe, I swear I understand.
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| Babe, I finally understand.
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| Babe, I finally understand.
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| Babe, I finally understand. |