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I took my girl to go bowling downtown at the red door
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after an argument I started
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cause I thought she didn't like me anymore
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I can't help it sometimes I feel pitiful
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and of course she's so young and beautiful
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I bought us two glasses of coke
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that's her favorite and I wanted to make up for earlier
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but I dropped her glass and it broke
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so I just gave my glass to her
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she laughed and so did I in our lane
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and then she went to a vending machine
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to buy a candy cane
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but right next to that was a boy I knew
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with a spring in his hand
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playing a country pinball machine
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called 'stand by your man'
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I saw him talk to her
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but I stayed in my lane
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and played my game steady
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and was thinking of a day
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when I'd be too old to throw a ball this heavy
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but I guess I'm young now
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so it's easier to knock 'em all down
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then I looked and saw her say to him
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'you're really hittin' that ball around'
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and he's lookin' at her the way I did
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when I first met her
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I could see in his face
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white flowers
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and cups of coffee
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and love letters
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I was sorry to interrupt their game
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but I went and did it anyway
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I dropped my red bowling ball
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through the glass of his machine
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I said 'are you quick enough to hit this ball, mr. clean?'
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I was scared to lose her
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so I couldn't help being mean
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and that ended both of our games
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I said I was sorry
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but my girl left with him just the same
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I thought how much I hate when love makes me act this way
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I was bent over a broken pinball machine
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in a bowling alley and I threw it all away
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well isn't it all just a big game?
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Hand Springs
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| The White Stripes |
