Sweet Miranda brings me the wine
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We have had our fill
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of almost everything
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turning thistledown laughter
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I would take her blue cue too late
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I would say the words
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almost anything
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just to catch what she's after
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but you don't believe that I'm
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a partner in this game
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how can you believe that I'm the innocent one
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When the bow broke in pieces we fell
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we would scream and shout
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almost anything
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but the point is we fell dear
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There will be no more wishlessness
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There may be some doubt
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No new day without
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Best that we say farewell here
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but you don't believe that I'm
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a party to the pain
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how can you believe that I'm the innocent one
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I saw this girl crying
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by the wheel of her car
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she had balloons in the back seat
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the front door ajar
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She never moved so I just whispered goodbye
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she reminded me of you when you cry
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and I didn't mean to make you cry
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Sweet Miranda brings me the wine
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We have had our fill
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of almost everything
|
turning thistledown laughter
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I would take her blue cue too late
|
I would say the words
|
almost anything
|
just to catch what she's after
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but you don't believe that I'm
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a partner in this game
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how can you believe that I'm the innocent one
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Innocent One
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Michael Penn |