who knew
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at this party that I
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would walk in and I'd see you.
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I guess now
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we could just get drunk
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yeah, that could be our excuse
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you could slip
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from out of nowhere
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i could be there to catch your fall
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we could laugh
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at ourselves
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and the writing that's on the wall
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it's a narrow margin
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just room enough for regret
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in the inch and a half between
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hey, how ya been?
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and
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can I kiss you yet?
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so we talk, like
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nervous neighbors over a tall fence
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true love, but for the lack of providence
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but I just got one more
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thing to tell you
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'cuz words are vitamins
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and life is short
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and I know when we get up
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to the front office
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We're gonna have to fill out
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a full report
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and the first question will be
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what were you thinking?
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and the next question will be
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what did you say?
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then they're gonna check to see
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if the answers to one and two
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matched up much
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along the way
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in the interest of poetry
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and the cowboy movie
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that's you and me
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I'm back on the horse now
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and I am riding
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I am striding so effortlessly
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what I mean is
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it's late
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much to late for us
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and I'm fixing to go home
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with just my conscious
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and a bitter sense of irony
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as my chaperone
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true love, but for the lack of providence.
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Providence
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Ani DiFranco |