| Fox in back yard rears her pups, roses bloom and buttercups
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| Roof is leaking I don’t care, love is here it’s everywhere
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| In my shoes and in my pants, in my voice and crooked stance
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| In my ears and on my mind, on this page it burns and shines
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| I’m a mess for you, I’m a mess for you
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| I’m a big ol' messy mess for you
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| Jan Renee, Trudy true, I guess I’m not through with you
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| Reach your arms out, touch my hand, rock me in this weary land
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| Pull the stopper from the jug, fill me, kiss me, give me hug
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| Keep me from the foggy dew, Jan Renee Trudy true
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| I’m a mess for you, I’m a mess for you
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| I’m a big ol' messy mess for you
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| I kept my love all bottled up, I was afraid I’d use it up
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| Afraid my heart might soon run dry, someone might just hear me cry
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| Thought there wasn’t love to share, didn’t know love was everywhere
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| There’s a big old bottle on the shelf, go ahead and pour some for yourself
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| I’m a mess for you, I’m a mess for you
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| I’m a big ol' messy mess for you
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| As death resides behind his mask, so does love lie just in back
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| Of all the rushing dots and dashes that hide the truth where it still flashes
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| And love and truth and permanence they’re solid ground they owe no rents
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| Even if we cannot see, love is with us always free
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| I’m a mess for you, I’m a mess for you, I’m a mess for you
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| I’m a mess for you, I’m a mess for you
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| I’m a big ol' messy mess for you |