| Feelin' ticklish, just met a new girl
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| She’s got a tattoo, said she remembers you
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| Oh, one day waitin' out the rain
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| She embroidered the portrait of a tortured artist on your sleeve
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| Laugh at your own jokes, ooh wouldn’t dare laugh at yourself
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| What a surprise
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| Happy, happy birthday to you
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| Oh you’re mama’s little dream come true
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| She painted the colors of the sunset with her fingers on my teepee
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| Likes cold, cold wine, cradled in the evening sky
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| Drinks in the deep dark reds of romance and poetry
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| Laughs out loud as movie stars shed their tears
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| In her sleep, she dreams with melancholoy
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| And I know, I know I’m just like you
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| I was leaving in a way, I’m already gone
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| Still young, though, oozing to the radio
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| Oh, like poetry, a tired cowboy
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| Who just let his horse run free
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| I know, ooh, I’m just like you
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| Not goin' anywhere
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| Feel near gone
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| There’s a van passing fast
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| Moving in stereo
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| Barely see her face
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| Or maybe outline
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| I’m not, I can barely see
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| Even as she sleeps, oh, she laughs so long
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| Laughing loud |