| Back when we were living up on Hennepin
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| She kept threatening to turn us in
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| At night she mostly liked us
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| We used to pass around the thermos
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| Some nights she was gorgeous
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| We were living it
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| We delivered it
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| We didn’t feel a thing
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| We were living in the sweet part of the city
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| The parts with the bars and restaurants
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| We used to meet underneath the marquees
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| We used to nod off in the matinees
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| She always claimed that she was from Tennessee
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| And now it seems to me
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| Like distance doesn’t equal rate and time no more
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| It’s like gravity doesn’t apply
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| No, everything sparkles and appears like we’re on wheels
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| It was dark, but I guess that’s the deal
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| St. Theresa showed up wearin' see-through
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| It was standard issue
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| We went out to get some more wine
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| But it’s a long haul to the corner store from the center of the universe
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| When you can’t get your car off the curb
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| We were livin' it
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| We delivered it
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| We didn’t feel a thing
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| We were in heaven then
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| The sweet part of the city
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| The parts with the bars and restaurants
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| So we shot ourselves out into outer space
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| It was tough to place the after taste
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| It was stark, but it was spacious
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| It’s a long way from Cedar-Riverside to Cedars-Sinai
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| Three times St. Paul to Cheyenne
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| And it’s a long way from Sacramento, too
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| We were bored, so we started a band
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| We like to play for you
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| We like to pray for you
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| We like to pray for you
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| We like to play for you |