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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 ever got too for a suitcase or guitar
To think of them, all alone in the

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

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

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

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

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

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

And they keep at a glacial pace, turning circles in a memory maze
I made a new of the death mask that's gonna cover my face
I had to the combination to the safe
Hide it all a wall, let people wait
And never trust a that's so bent, it cant break