well our friends on the front porch,
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where they're telling jokes and they swing on,
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swiftly towards happier times
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they're expending the lines
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and finding more energy for the effort
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and getting distance from that front porch spotlight
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but us, we found peace in the shadows
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long enough to see the monsters rise
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candy's got some space to fill in her daydreams
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living high on yesterday's lies
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talking to me about some 0% interest
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and how she got a better deal than the next guy
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and the way the lightning shocked us,
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when we were lost and we were looking
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down that long missouri highway
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your hair was longer then and now I can remember
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see, now well i remember oh, so well
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oh, the roads unencumbered by cats
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they're burning like wet matches through my miracle
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mile mind
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you left your thumbprint inside me now for months it
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seems
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but mine only brushes your soft surface
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and somehow, somehow it leaves me listless,
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my tongue curls under my lips, oh yes
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so I cant speak to tell you of the months before I met
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you
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and the way the truth it locked us
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right about the time after the lightning shocked us
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when we were young, when we were young and missing
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round that small new england byway
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our lives they were sheltered then
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and I now I can remember
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say now, i remember so well
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almost too well
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well its not even being about that anymore
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I gotta get you down
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those tiny fragments of perfection, they please me in a
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time
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unchanged, when its not the same beginning
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or along awaited end
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if I knew all the words, I would write myself out of
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here
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if I was all the colors, I would paint you pretty in
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gold in a picture
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so I'm told little sister
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so now I'm sold little sister
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why don't you tell me about the sunsets in sweden,
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and the laws of eden
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and how you were the rock of gibraltar,
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and how they called you foxy
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well that's another whole box of pandoras,
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that's another whole box of them ties
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slide your foot off the gas
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before we crash right back into the median
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right back into the median, the median
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it separates our house
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from the middle of the street
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it separates our house
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on the middle of the street
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Zero Percent
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| Jason Mraz |
