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Feelin' ticklish, just met a new
She's got a tattoo, said she you
Oh, one day waitin' out the

She the portrait of a tortured artist on your sleeve

Laugh at your own jokes, ooh dare laugh at yourself
a surprise
Happy, birthday to you
Oh you're mama's little come true

She painted the colors of the sunset with her on my teepee

Likes cold, cold wine, cradled in the sky
Drinks in the deep dark reds of and poetry
Laughs out loud as movie shed their tears
In her sleep, she dreams melancholoy

And I know, I I'm just like you
I was leaving in a way, I'm already
young, though, oozing to the radio
Oh, like poetry, a tired
Who just let his horse run

I know, ooh, I'm like you
Not anywhere.
near gone,
There's a van passing
Moving in

Barely see her
Or maybe
I'm not, I can see

Even as she sleeps, oh, she so long
loud