Mat Kearney
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Everyone I Know
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We pulled out on 65
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To Birmingham on a Tuesday night
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With your broken leg and favorite song
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¡®Julie, Julie¡¯ we sang along
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And our tired eyes pulled up the drive
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Could hear the phone ring on the other side
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Of your front door that your hands made
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She was so surprised we came
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And we talked about babies names
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Halloween in the pouring rain
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I fell asleep on the couch
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Through the walls you kissed a mouth
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And I know what it¡¯s like
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Because everyone that I know
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Every place that I go
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Every story that I¡¯m told
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Its love
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Its love
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It¡¯s love that we¡¯re looking for
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There¡¯s an outcry in the streets
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Where the outcasts walk the beats
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And all the widows and black sheep lay their souls down low to sleep
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And I can hardly find the means
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For all the words I mean to speak
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But still this fire inside of me
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Seems too much for me alone to keep
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But now the writing¡¯s on the wall
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Forgotten Krylon cans
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Will you send a prayer for me?
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Will you help me to stand?
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Because I know what it¡¯s like
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Because everyone that I know
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Every place that I go
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Every story that I¡¯m told
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Its love
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Its love
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It¡¯s love that we¡¯re looking for
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Da da da da da da da da¡¦
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Everyone I Know
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Mat Kearney |