hello my name is on my shirt...pocket,
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i'd rather not speak right now,
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i'm remembering ... something.
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most typically my dreams are dreadfully
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boring,
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therefore i go to these places just to
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see the girls ...
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with hair like hers,
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with clothes like she wore,
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with smells like hers,
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with handwriting like hers .....
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you wrote me little letters and,
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you brough me lunch that time,
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at my work and that peom you left,
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on my windshield wrapped in plastic,
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to protect it from the rain.
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protected from the rain (several times
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Protected From The Rain
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| Grandaddy |
