| My favorite song, don’t know how it goes
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| It’s temperamental like the static coming over the radio
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| When I signal to her satellite, nobody is home
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| And oh, she’s never in danger and never met a stranger
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| Heaven and earth, body and soul
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| Tell me that you miss me now that I’m gone
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| Like a book in a fireplace, too hot to read
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| All hot and on fire, let’s go to sleep
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| By the way, I’m free tonight
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| If you wanna go out and see a movie or something
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| You’re my favorite
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| My favorite songs go by, people stare
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| You know they need a lot of oxygen and like to wash their hair
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| And I can build a telephone out of tin cans
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| So we can have some conversations across the string nobody understands
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| Say what?
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| Heaven and earth, body and soul
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| Tell me that you miss me now that I’m gone
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| Crosses in a field, strange men with huge hats
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| Two guitars and one violin
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| In rented black suits with the wrong size on They try to play it, but they get it all wrong
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| Three different keys at once, that’s my favorite
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| That’s my favorite song
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| Hey, I’m free tonight
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| If you wanna go out and see a movie
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| And don’t call me pal
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| OK, bye
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| You’re my favorite
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| You’re my favorite
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| You’re my favorite
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| So don’t give up Don’t give up |