| Mr. J. Medeiros
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| In my of gods and girls days
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| I was at odds with how those girls played
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| Many betrayed with a facade to have it her way
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| Ladies love it the way we covet name your puppet
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| James or Bobby same old hobby blaming the pulpit
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| For the tenants of freewill we’re meant to be equal
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| In street intelligence and our propensity for evil
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| Begging for her acceptance in my repentance
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| For every man that ever sinned her though I was sentenced
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| To do the sacrifice to please so I ask if I’m naïve
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| Though it’s true that in the past I wasn’t half of nice with eve
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| I had advice to leave but I thought I had to lead
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| So I dragged us through the sadness thinking I had to believe
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| Leaves used to cover our shame how the colors have changed
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| When only one for the other remains what’s thunder and rain
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| But a poor metaphor a door with a knock and a box on the floor
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| Full of things I’d forgotten before it got rotten
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| Spring summer and fall and now I’m not him
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| Her wings summoned it all see how the plot thins
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| I think under it all I saw the topspin the way I dropped in
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| And couldn’t bounce back in 2004 I wrote the soundtrack
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| It’s where I found that strength to break through
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| And for that pain I thank you
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| We couldn’t see it through the fire, fire
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| We couldn’t see it over our heads, not yet
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| We couldn’t see it through the fire, fire
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| She was so cold
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| She was so cold
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| Stro Elliot
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| I run the risk
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| I run the risk of sounding bitter on this verse
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| Reminded of a time I shed a tear over this skirt
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| See this is too heavy
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| Already calling you out of your name, ain’t that funny?
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| Ain’t thought about you in years, and here I’m still running
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| Trying to get away from the adolescence you took from me
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| Here’s what I’ll do honey
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| I’ll change your name to something random for the sake of the song
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| Hmmm let’s call you Shelly
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| A Name you hated
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| It’s petty ain’t it? |
| But a perfect illustration of this love we painted
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| By the numbers, and I wonder why we couldn’t see it
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| In frame, but out of focus, this scene void of emotion
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| What’s my motivation?
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| Is that your body or manipulation?
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| «Hey, let me pay for that darling» triggered the revelation
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| But I’m in love right
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| Or maybe young and quite oblivious
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| To love and what it’s really supposed to look like
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| Till that December night…
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| 5 minutes later, I never would have noticed that other man’s busted tail light
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| Running that stop sign to escape, I should have followed suit
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| I quickly ran out of cards and ceased to follow you
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| But I ain’t angry at all, and that’s the honest truth
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| These women in my cellular phone provide the final proof
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| Shelly…
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| My inspiration, my muse, my excuse
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| My explanation for excess, my next you |