| Dear Jean
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| I hope this doesn’t come as a surprise
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| But I’ve fallen for a woman from the skies
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| And she be truer than the lies
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| Truer than the prize
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| And you can see it when you look into her eyes
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| Deep blue like the flicker of the flame 'fore it dies
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| But this ain’t dying, it’s rising
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| Like the big round orange on horizon
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| I know it means I’m not about as much
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| But listen, I ain’t moving out as such
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| Just moving half my clothes, maybe louder stuff
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| Out the south, out the house, never out of touch
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| Trust, I don’t think I said it loud enough
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| I’m out the south, out the house, never out of touch
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| Trust, out of sight never out of mind
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| Out the light, never out of line
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| Trust, another night running out of time
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| Let it shine like we’re living in a pantomime
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| She’s not behind me or behind you
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| But beside we and beside two
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| But behind these little lines true
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| That I scribble in a book, think she idolizes you
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| So one night I’ll be saying «I do»
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| To a girl that can read my mind, too
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| With little Ryan sat in a white suit
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| With my own baby Jean sat to his right too
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| I had a dream and it came true
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| And I can only blame you
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| Shit, I can only blame you
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| I guess you came through |