Been busted in Texas
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Seen my share of Colorado rain
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I've seen the anxiety every high school kid feels
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Growing up on the Kansas plain
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I've looked to the East coast
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Still idling in rush hour hell
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And the west coast keeps dreaming things are tough over
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But for me it's just as well
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She isn't mine
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She isn't mine
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She isn't mine
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She isn't mine
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I promised myself I was done, and I could walk away
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But now I am just on the run and with nowhere to stay
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I think of her often and dream of how different I'd be
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Because it can hurt so much that I panic in the pain
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So changeless I want to change me
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Cause she isn't mine
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She isn't mine
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She isn't mine
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She isn't mine
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Every mention of you
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Yeah it splits me in two
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Cause it feels so good
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But I promised I would
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Keep it easy and fun
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But when you're on the run
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You scavenge to live
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And what I just wouldn't give
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I tell myself forget her
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That it's only for the better
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But I can't help devise
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Some added surprise
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To keep her in contact
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To feel her react to me
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Feel her attract to me
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But it's so abstract to me
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She isn't mine
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She isn't mine
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She isn't mine
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She isn't mine
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She Isn't Mine
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| Blues Traveler |
