Written by: John Mellencamp
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Hey, don't I know you from somewhere
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Yeah, it was down in New Orleans
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In one of those back-street bars in the quarter
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Between Desire and Honalee
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You were dancin' with a friend of Michael's
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I remember how we met
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You were talkin' to ol' Jimmy
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And you lit my cigarette
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How come you can't remember?
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This is me you're talkin' to
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From May through September
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It was all about me 'n you, Baby
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It was all about me 'n you
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Well it looks like to me
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That you have conveniently forgotten everything
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This confusion that has surrounded you
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Is this your morality and not your brain
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You've got a birthmark below your navel
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You wear a size seven and a half shoe
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You got this Rolex watch that I suspect you cobbed
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From that doctor who said he loved you
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How come you can't remember?
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This is me you're talkin' to
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From May through September
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It was all about me 'n you, Baby
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It was all about me 'n you
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Well you told me that you lived in the wind
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Like a bird who never touched the ground
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And if you did you would surely die without making a sound
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"Live, let's live", that's all you kept sayin'
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And our summer was full of life
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We're gonna send them a postcard, and show 'em what it's like to be alive
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But I never wanted to leave your side
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No, I just couldn't believe that you'd lie
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No, I never wanted to say "good-bye" baby
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How come you can't remember?
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This is me you're talkin' to
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From May through September
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It was all about me 'n you, Baby
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It was all about me 'n you
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Chance Meeting At The Tarantula
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| John Mellencamp |
