and you're ridin' in back
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layin' here on your back
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you're as serious as a heart attack
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all those picturesque moments
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the sunsets glowin'
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through the back of the van
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and the water is diamonds
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there's something you're hiding
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it's just your fatal flaw
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and you're tryin' to compose
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but just being this happy
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is like walking around
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in somebody else's clothes
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and you all think i'm stupid,
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too nice, too aloof
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there's no one in here at all
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been on the road for so long
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singing self-obsessed songs
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i'm always comin' as i'm goin'
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and the water is diamonds
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there's something you're hiding
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you wish you could just shout it out
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"just fucking love me
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i'm tired of leaving
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and waking up
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in somebody else's clothes"
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my dad's been in jail
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for two halves of a year
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i got my first letter today
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it was simple and sad
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it was painfully clear
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and this is how it read:
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"my daughter this time well
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the water's not diamonds
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i'm a fraud and i am old
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and they found me out
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but just bein' your father
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is like walking around in
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somebody else's clothes
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i'll be out by the first snow
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wearing somebody else's clothes"
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Somebody Else's Clothes
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| Rilo Kiley |
