S. Colvin - J. Leventhal
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Well we pounded the pavement between
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dotted lines
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But we always belonged to the
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fugitive kind
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We were never the best but we were
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better than this
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To be made to bow down among princes
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I got thrown around hallways and
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bedrooms and towns
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And you run from that voice and
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it drags you around
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It don't matter the ruse or the
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weapons we choose
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There is only one thing that can free us
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Oh so here I am
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The lion and the lamb
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I was born to be telling this story
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I could only be telling this story
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I will always be telling this story
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Well our father married our
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mother too young
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And he took on a world like a
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fortunate son
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But in the cellar downstairs waiting
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for the bomb scare
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He would hide from us under the kitchen
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Where she simmered so soft with
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her weapons of tin
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And like so many suppers she just
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gave us to him
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And he never did guess in her cast
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iron dress
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She was burning beyond recognition
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Oh it's not over yet
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I can't forget
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I am going to be telling this story
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I was born to be telling this story
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I will always be telling this story
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Sometimes I feel so reckless and wild
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Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
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I gave nobody life, I am nobody's wife
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And I seem to be nobody's daughter
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So red is the color that I like the best
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It's your Indian skin and the badge
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on my chest
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The heat of my pride
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The lips of a bride
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The sad heart of the truth
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And the flag of youth
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And blood that is thicker than water
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I was made to be telling this story
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I was born to be telling this story
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I am going to be telling this story
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I could only be telling this story
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I will always be telling this story
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The Story
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| Shawn Colvin |
