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Feelin' ticklish, just met a new
got a tattoo, said she remembers you
Oh, one day out the rain

She embroidered the of a tortured artist on your sleeve

Laugh at your own jokes, ooh wouldn't dare at yourself
What a
Happy, birthday to you
Oh you're mama's little come true

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

Likes cold, cold wine, in the evening sky
Drinks in the deep dark reds of and poetry
Laughs out loud as stars shed their tears
In her sleep, she with 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, poetry, a tired cowboy
Who just let his horse run

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

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

Even as she sleeps, oh, she laughs so
loud