I might go to the mountains of spain
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And I see all the pretty snow,
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And I dream that dream I dream no matter where I go,
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We were still young like when we met,
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And I hadn't fucked it all up yet,
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And you wanted me to be with you like before,
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What I like about time is it don't ask why,
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What I like about love is it makes me cry,
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What I like about the bird is she don't need nothing but sky,
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And I know you tried to tell me then,
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No one could bear the shit I put on them,
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And I guess you wonder why you even let me in,
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Well so do I,
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And in my dream I never make you pay,
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For all the things you did and did not say,
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I was ready to be good to you,
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And make you stay,
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And you took me to the carnival town,
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And we rode the rides up and down,
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And we watched the birds watch us smile,
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And then they flew away,
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What I like about time is it don't ask why,
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What I like about love is it makes me cry,
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What I like about the bird is she don't need nothing but sky,
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And I know you think my life's a crime,
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And you talk about it to your wife sometimes,
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You all shake your heads and sigh,
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Oh believe me I shake mine
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The Bird
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| Shawn Colvin |
