| Call her my tangerine
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| Plastic stones glued to her jeans
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| Only says the word she means
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| Walking 8th Avenue
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| Taped up Payless soccer shoes
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| Hunts down smokes or Mountain Dew
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| Waits for something else to do
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| Deep breath, don’t let on the truth
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| It gets to you
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| Bar light and guitar
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| Repay the peace you’re due
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| One bright day you learned to live the other way
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| Your big debut
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| Call her my country star
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| Sleeps on Hawthorne Boulevard
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| Sport coat torn up at the yarn
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| Never did learn to swim
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| Lives on candy bars and gin
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| Phones old friends for «How ya been’s»
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| Finds a fool to take him in
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| Deep breath, don’t let on the truth
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| It gets to you
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| Bar light and guitar
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| Repay the peace you’re due
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| One bright day you learned to live the other way
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| They asked if I heard where they found you Tuesday night
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| I had the update coming via satellite
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| They blew the doors out
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| Tore the sheetrock off the studs
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| They were asking everyone if we knew what year it was
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| Deep breath, don’t let on the truth
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| It gets to you
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| Bar light and guitar
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| Repay the peace you’re due
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| Kid in a campground
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| You sit at home and stew
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| One bright day you learned to live the other way |