| Was in love with you, well-before I knew
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| It meant more than just wanting to be with you
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| I used to look for other girls that looked like you
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| But the laws of nature said, 'forget it, son'
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| 'least that’s what somebody told me
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| I worried about it a little bit, but that’s all
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| I dreamt that you were Joan-of Arc
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| And I was Don Quixote
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| And everywhere we went the world was tin-foil
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| But I gave up dreaming, and became a priest
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| It put it right out of my system
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| I worried about it a little bit, but that’s all
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| Now you used to play the guitar
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| We worked in a country band
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| I hung out down on the river bank, on Sunday
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| Your brother was my closest friend
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| He drove a pickup truck
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| He used to bring me home sometimes, from high school
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| Now I was fifteen, oh the very first time
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| Love broke completely inside me
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| We young, and we were learning about it together
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| And we had enough of what we thought we’d need
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| Of those well-known secret fables
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| We worried about it a little bit, but that’s all
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| I regret my life won’t be long enough
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| To make love to all the women that I’d like to
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| Or least of all, to live with the ones I’ve loved
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| And I’ve never regretted a love affair
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| Except one and that’s all over
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| I worried about it a little bit, but that’s all
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| Now I heard you lived a-way up north
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| Your kids are fat and plenty
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| And I haven’t seen your brother since a-way last Easter
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| And if every other girl in the whole wide world
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| Was just a little bit more like you
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| I’d worry about it a little bit, but that’s all
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| Now you used to play the guitar
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| We worked in a country band
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| We hung out down on the river bank, on Sunday
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| Your brother was my closest friend
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| He drove a pickup truck
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| He used to bring me home sometimes, from high school |