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pioneer boys and motel floors
time to start my hair as i spoke in drunken slurs
nowhere is home and nothing feels right (?)
without a one pound bottle & you by my side
but that's not quite the case tonight
beachside songs, hear the violin
under the boardwalk i bruise my shins
from taking one too many risks

but i, i'm a paradox, a system of do's & do not's
so weigh me out like a scale of pounds
like the symmetry of a king's crown
balance me out, baby balance me out
balance me out

the crickets chirp kept me awake
we left in the morning
but it's song stuck with me for days
bedroom songs, with your sister near,
she held the camera lens and gave listening ears
and provided beds for eight
good ol' boys from the state next door
with six good hearts growing straight from the core
they showed me what good people are for

but we, we shaped and modeled it
a sculpture that's worth taking care of
but i must say, that you just can't replace
a stone so pure and so tough
so i'll hold you near, like a happy tear
that feels better each and every time
darling, every time, almost every time
everytime, everytime.

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