Me and Johnny sittin' in the green grass -
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I don’t remember too much from that far back in the past,
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But man, oh man, was Johnathan a laugh
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In those days.
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Apparently he was my very best friend -
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We spent warm summer days wishing they would never end -
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But I only know from photographs I look at
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Every now and again.
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And J-J-Johnny -
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Ooh, all he left us was an apple tree,
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And ooh, where'd he go, and ooh, why'd he leave,
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And ooh, why do I grieve?
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Now I don’t ever see Johnathan no more,
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But my life rolls on just like it did before,
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And I only wonder what it is
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That I even miss him for.
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Me and Timory holdin' hands -
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I was shakin' hers, ‘cause she said she was a fan,
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There was an awkward pause, and something that should’ve began
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Just passed us by.
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But I watched her sing along with every word,
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In the prettiest voice that I never heard,
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And I still see her dancing, wearin' my shirt:
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Right there.
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And t-t-timorous me -
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All Timory left me was a memory.
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And ooh, I was blind, and ooh, now I find
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That I can’t see.
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Now me and Jodi spend a lot of our time
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Just sittin' in silence, driving late at night,
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And maybe even wonderin' what’s on each other’s mind
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This time.
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But I know she’s like me, so I let it ride -
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She’s dwelling in that quiet space left behind,
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Where only peace can answer why,
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And you abide
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The birds must fly.
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Timorous Me
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| Ted Leo & The Pharmacists |
