(Lyle Lovett)
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I walked in his office
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He told me pull up a chair
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And he looked in my eyes
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With a cold steely stare
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And he spoke with a wisdom
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That I'd never heard
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And as I was hanging
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On every last word
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He said son
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I think you know what I mean
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He said son
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I think you know what I mean
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He said son
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I think you know what I mean
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He said the hallway is lonesome
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And the hallway is long
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And one end is shiny
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And one end is gone
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And the middle burns brightly
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With the color of night
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And the doors are all open
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But no one's inside
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He said son
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I think you know what I mean
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He said son
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I think you know what I mean
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He said son
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I think you know what I mean
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Hell he hollered
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And he hopped up
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And he kicked back his chair
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And he said I'd be stupid
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If I didn't care
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To understand better
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Would leave him no doubt
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In a world full of something
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That I'd be without
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He said son
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I think you know what I mean
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He said son
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I think you know what I mean
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He said son
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I think you know what I mean
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But it's springtime in Texas
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And my memory grows faint
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As the bluebonnets dance
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With the indian paints
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The highway is lonesome
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But the highway is straight
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And some things are heavy
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But they ain't worth the weight
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I think you know what I mean
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I think you know what I really mean
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I think you know what I mean
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I think you know what I mean
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I think you know what I really mean
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I think you know what I mean
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I Think You Know What I Mean
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| Lyle Lovett |
