| Well I used to know someone fair
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| She had orange ribbons in her hair
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| She was such a trip
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| She was hardly there
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| But I loved her
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| Just the same.
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| There was rain in our window,
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| The FM set was ragged
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| But she could talk, yeah,
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| We learned to speak
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| And one year
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| Has gone by Such a long long road to seek it All we did was break and freak it We had all
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| That lovers ever had
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| We just blew it And I’m not sad
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| Well I’m mad
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| And I’m bad
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| And two years
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| Have gone by Now her world was bright orange
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| And the fire glowed
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| And her friend had a baby
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| And she lived with us Yeah, we broke through the window
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| Yeah, we knocked on the door
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| Her phone would not answer,
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| Yeah, but she’s still home
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| Now her father has passed over
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| And her sister is a star
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| And her mother smokes diamonds
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| And she sleeps out in the car
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| Yeah, but she remembers Chicago
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| The musicians AND guitars
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| And grass by the lake
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| And people who laugh’d
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| And made her poor heart ache
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| Now we live down in the valley
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| We work out on the farm
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| We climb up to the mountains
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| And everything’s fine
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| And I’m still here
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| And you’re still there
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| And we’re still around |