it was good
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good to see you again
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good to meet your girlfriend
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I'll try not to wonder where you are
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when you go outside to kiss her
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in the front seat of your car
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it is good
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good to be back home
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how I missed this time zone
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strangers are exciting
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their mystery never ends
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but there's nothing like looking at your own history
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in the faces of your friends
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and it's bad
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to have eyes like neon signs
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flashing open open open
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open open open open open
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open all the time
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and it's bad
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that I wrapped you in a fantasy
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and I carry you with me
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but lately it seems like everybody's
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joined at the hip
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and I'm still fancy
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I'm so fancy
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fancy free
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sometimes the beauty is easy
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sometimes you don't have to try at all
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sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake
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sometimes there's poetry written right
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on the bathroom wall
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and it's bad
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that I took that second look
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I guess I'm an open book
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you know I didn't really intend
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to embrace you that long
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but then again I wasn't the only one
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holding on
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Good, Bad, Ugly
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| Ani DiFranco |
