| I might go to the mountains of Spain
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| And I’ll see all the pretty snow,
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| And I’ll dream the dream I dream
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| No matter where I go
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| We were still young like when we met,
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| And I hadn’t fucked it all up yet,
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| And you wanted me to be with you
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| Like before
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| What I like about time is it don’t ask why
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| What I like about love is it makes me cry
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| What I like about the bird is she don’t need
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| Nothing but sky…
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| And I know you tried to tell me then
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| No one could bear the shit I put on them
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| I bet you wonder why you even let me in
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| Well, so do I.
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| In my dream I never make you pay
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| For all the things you did and did not say
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| I was ready to be good to you
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| And make you stay
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| And you took me to the carnival town,
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| And we rode the rides up and down,
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| And we watched the birds watch us smile,
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| And then they flew away
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| What I like about time is it don’t ask why
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| What I like about love is it makes me cry
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| What I like about the bird is she don’t need
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| Nothing but sky…
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| And I know you think my life’s a crime
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| And you talk about it with your wife sometimes
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| Y’all shake your heads and sigh
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| Oh believe me, I shake mine. |