i saw your haircut in a storefront
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the choppy sides and perfect bangs
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i loved the way it framed the model's cheekbones
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the blank expression on her face
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so i went inside and tried to buy it
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but i got told it's not for sale
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i got embarrased and i decked the sale's clerk
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stole the wig and ran like hell
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and i figured i would come and show you
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so i kept runnin' towards your house
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then i remembered i don't have your address
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least not the one you live at now
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so i headed home to get collected
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to let the red flush from my face
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i took out my notebook and i sketched you smilin'
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i like to think of you that way
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and i put your haircut in my closet
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next to your tshirts and your cards
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i turned the light out and i sunk in slowly
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countin' sheep and breathing hard
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but when it comes it's way too quickly
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and it busts apart the faith i've grown
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see i can't stop myself from hurtin' you
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so i guess i won't
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Haircut
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| Kevin Devine |
