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There's a pen for the page, there's a cage for the bird |
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And the craziest thing that I've ever heard |
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Was whispered so soft there was barely a word |
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Can't nobody hold her to nothing |
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There's a car in the air and it's paid for I'm sure |
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The pain in the air is just won't run anymore |
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I waited and waited but there weren't any cure |
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On the day it was made it was busted |
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There's a bum on the beach, there's a world of sand |
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There's a girl out there somewhere just meeting a man |
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I dream of it so often I built me a tan |
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When I'm cold and I'm deep in the winter |
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With the pen coast and the black and greys |
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As summertime rolls and it's coming our way |
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The thing I need to dream, has been raining in May |
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It's dug in and deep as a splinter |
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There's cash for the clerk who smokes for the maid |
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I spoke to the priest, there's men to be saved |
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But I got her number when I got her name |
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Three days from now I will call her |
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Cause I am an oak and smoking here |
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A joke that I just can't leaning on it |
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That I should have spoke when I kept it all in |
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Now I can't tell nobody nothing |
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The wishes got dusty and dirty and dry |
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Got ridden too hard for too many nights |
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But some kind of restlessness keeps them alive |
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Just a little more reasoned and roughened |
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With the pen coast and the black and greys |
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As summertime rolls and it's coming our way |
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The thing I need to dream, has been raining in May |
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It's dug in and deep as a splinter |
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As summertime rolls and it's coming our way |
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It's dug in and deep as a splinter |
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There's a pen for the page, there's a cage for the bird |
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And the craziest thing that I've ever heard |
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Was whispered so soft there was barely a word |
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Can't nobody hold her to nothing |
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