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She was a real royal lady, patron of the arts
Said the best country singers die in the back of cars
So if I got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar
To think of them, all in the dark

So I laid some beside her in a bed made for a queen
She I kissed her different, that all the men her age were mean
Gave me I wanted, oh, the generosity
I all that I could, it was free

Now the sky is a torn up denim and the clouds just splattered
Its a room Im renovating, its a name I got to
If I get out of California, Im going back to my state
To tell all that I made a mistake

And I keep looking for that blindfold faith, candles to a cynical saint
Who wants the last at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape
You can go right out your trying to escape
the panicked paradox of day to day
If you cant understand something, then its to be afraid

The whole world, it loves you if you are a chameleon
Intersecting circles, she could with anyone
But conducting business, she would lie about where shes from
Saying, "Life is how it is, not how it was"

I learned to listen, felt like I was at school
talk forever about the phases of the moon
Saying, "Everything's a cycle, got to let it come to you
And it does, you will know what to do"

Without knowing, I guess I took up her advice
Painted her front door, it a suitable goodbye
Its not that often but I of her sometimes
Just something quaint, a ships in the night

And they keep moving at a glacial pace, circles in a memory maze
I made a new cast of the mask that's gonna cover my face
I had to change the to the safe
Hide it all a wall, let people wait
And trust a heart that's so bent, it cant break