think i'm going for a walk now
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i feel a little unsteady
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i don't want nobody to follow me
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'cept maybe you
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i could make you happy you know
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if you weren't already
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i could do a lot of things
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and i do
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tell you the truth i prefer
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the worst of you
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too bad you had to have a better half
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she's not really my type
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but i think you two are forever
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and i hate to say it but
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you're perfect together
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so fuck you
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and your untouchable face
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and fuck you
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for existing in the first place
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and who am i
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that i should be vying for your touch
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and who am i
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i bet you can't even tell me that much
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two-thirty in the morning
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and my gas tank will be empty soon
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neon sign on the horizon
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rubbing elbows with the moon
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a safe haven of sleepless
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where the deep fryer's always on
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radio is counting down
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the top 20 country songs
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and out on the porch the fly strip is
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waving like a flag in the wind
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y'know, i don't look forward
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to seeing you again soon
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you'll look like a photograph of yourself
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taken from far far away
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and i won't know what to do
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and i won't know what to say
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except fuck you...
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i see you and i'm so perplexed
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what was i thinking
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what will i think of next
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where can i hide
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in the back room there's a lamp
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that hangs over the pool table
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and when the fan is on it swings
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gently side to side
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there's a changing constellation
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of balls as we are playing
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i see orion and say nothing
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the only thing i can think of saying
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is fuck you...
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Untouchable Face
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| Ani DiFranco |
