You find me clenched and crumpled like a letter I wrote but never sent
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You pull me up and shake me out and now I can stand here and say just what I meant
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This is just what I meant. this is just
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September rolling like a hurricane and I'm leaning over the rail
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I dance a turn with a thundercloud and I'm surprised when I find I'm still
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Alive and telling the tale
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I am telling the tale
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I am telling you, like I always do, I am telling you
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June bugs bump into the ceiling and the headlights are sweeping the wall
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You take my breath so far away that I have to say that I don't miss it at all
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I don't miss it at all
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I don't miss it at all
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Just What I Meant
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| Kris Delmhorst |
