Paint a tiny portrait
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In your memory
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Take it out and dust it off
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When you remember me
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Sitting on the front porch
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Whispers in the dark
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The leaves of fall
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Are breaking up
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And heavy in the yard
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I guess that I misunderstood
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Or got too comfortable
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With the rank and file
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Of all the things
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You believe in
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I guess that I should have seen
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We were far from a perfect fit
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Whatever it was you needed
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I just could'nt give
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So tonight
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I'll sit out here
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With the stars and trees above
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And hope you wont think less of me
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Than my heart already does
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Front Porch
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| Willard Grant Conspiracy |
