| Idiot or fearless I confess I am. |
| Naive… yeah I dream American
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| I swing with no net on that trapeze. |
| Beats, beats, beats, beats me
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| You crash on a couch within my head
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| Bumming around and don’t pay rent
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| I’ve been in danger for you for so long
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| So come on…
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| There are not one but two hundred thousand miles on my car
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| To be with you I’ve driven far, but I loved you that much
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| Yes I made those morning coffee drinks at four AM for a ring, but I loved you
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| that much
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| I stood up to that gang by myself. |
| When they messed with you, I had no help,
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| but I loved you that much
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| And remember the time I wrote that song and many folks sang along?
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| Yeah I loved you that much
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| May I cut into your plans and cause a ruckus?
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| Let’s break some records in some books. |
| You’ll never pop until you’re shook up
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| If a picture paints a thousand words, how come I’m speechless and full of
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| nervous
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| All I got is…
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| So come on…
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| There are not one but two hundred thousand miles on my car
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| To be with you I’ve driven far, but I loved you that much
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| Yes I made those morning coffee drinks at four AM for a ring, but I loved you
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| that much
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| I stood up to that gang by myself. |
| When they messed with you, I had no help,
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| but I loved you that much
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| And remember the time I wrote that song and many folks sang along?
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| Yeah I loved you that much
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| Older times are out of sight. |
| I thought about it and I kinda died
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| A kid and kite, a flickering light. |
| I thought about it, I thought about and I
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| kinda died
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| Because all good things come to an end
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| But the end will be the dirt between us
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| The end will be the dirt will be the end
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| I won’t settle down, I won’t settle down |