| I thought I had the one, the perfect girl for me.
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| Turns out I was only her number two.
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| Not knowing what to do, what to say or who would help me through
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| I went down to talk to the man on the corner stoop.
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| I said; |
| «Do you have any advice for me?»
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| Said; |
| «Son, don’t fight another’s reality,
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| Use your intuition to assess each situation
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| Sometime you should stay, sometimes you should run.»
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| When I came home, she’s all gone.
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| Not interested in conversation
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| Let alone exploring emotion
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| Padre Ichiro told me something my eyes now start to see;
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| «She loves that marijuana more than she loves me.»
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| I went down to the corner just to see,
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| if the Padre had any more guidance for me
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| But when I got there all he did was give a knowing glare
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| and I knew what I had to do, it was clear.
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| When I came home I stayed strong
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| Didn’t let her get me to blaze or bone
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| I said; |
| «get balanced or get gone.»
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| Padre Ichiro told me something my eyes now start to see;
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| «She loves that marijuana more than she loves me.»
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| She loves that marijuana more than she loves me.
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| She won’t even share her good stuff with me.
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| So of course she loves it more than being free. |