Feelin' ticklish, just met a new girl
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She's got a tattoo, said she remembers you
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Oh, one day waitin' out the rain
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She embroidered the portrait of a tortured artist on your sleeve
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Laugh at your own jokes, ooh wouldn't dare laugh at yourself
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What a surprise
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Happy, happy birthday to you
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Oh you're mama's little dream come true
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She painted the colors of the sunset with her fingers on my teepee
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Likes cold, cold wine, cradled in the evening sky
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Drinks in the deep dark reds of romance and poetry
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Laughs out loud as movie stars shed their tears
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In her sleep, she dreams with melancholoy
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And I know, I know I'm just like you
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I was leaving in a way, I'm already gone
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Still young, though, oozing to the radio
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Oh, like poetry, a tired cowboy
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Who just let his horse run free
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I know, ooh, I'm just like you
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Not goin' anywhere.
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Feel near gone,
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There's a van passing fast
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Moving in stereo
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Barely see her face
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Or maybe outline
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I'm not, I can barely see
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Even as she sleeps, oh, she laughs so long
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Laughing loud
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Tortured Artist
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| Widespread Panic |
