Outside my window, I swear on my mamas grave,
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Faded out the street noise like a, out of focus polaroid,
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So I shot the moon, and I cursed the wind,
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Making me think that you were, here again,
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Smoke and mirrors, somebody stole you away,
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Thats the biggest conspiracy since, JFK,
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So we combed the corners, and glass houses,
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Right directions, but, never found it.
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Well I'd trade in all the rest of my days,
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Just the mere reflection of your face,
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For one shining moment...
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(Chorus:)
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With you, or somebody like you,
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With you, or somebody just like you,
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Called inspectors, the cops and the CIA,
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The drew chalk circles round, the place that we used to lay,
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But nobody testified, not a single witness,
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I Swore i was crucified with, no forgiveness,
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The sheriff shined his light like I was drunk and dangerous,
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My hands were already tied, so he , put away his handcuffs,
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And in my blindspot, I saw the silhouette,
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your crazy legs smoking a long black cigarette,
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But I'd trade in all the rest of my days,
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Your crooked smile, your wicked ways,
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I'd fill up all this empty space,
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(Chorus:)
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With you, or somebody like you,
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With you, or somebody just like you,
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Oh you, or somebody like you.. oh
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Now I shoulda learned my lesson,
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Done what I was told,
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Shoulda counted all my blessings,
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like fingers and toes,
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And now I'm, tripping like a blind man,
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And searching high and low,
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For you, or somebody like you
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For you, or somebody just like you...
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For you, or somebody like you,
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For you, or somebody just like you... oh oh
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Yeah... woh somebody just like you
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oh Somebody just like you... oh
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You (Or Somebody Like You)
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| Keith Urban |
