| Outside my window, I swear on my mamas grave
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| Faded out the street noise like an out of focus Polaroid
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| So I shot the moon, and I cursed the wind
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| Making me think that you were, here again
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| Smoke and mirrors, somebody stole you away
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| That’s the biggest conspiracy since, JFK
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| So we combed the corners, and glass houses
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| Right directions, but, never found it
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| Well I’d trade in all the rest of my days
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| Just the mere reflection of your face
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| For one shining moment
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| With you, or somebody like you
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| With you, or somebody just like you
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| Called inspectors, the cops and the CIA
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| The drew chalk circles round, the place that we used to lay
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| But nobody testified, not a single witness
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| I swore I was crucified with, no forgiveness
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| The sheriff shined his light like I was drunk and dangerous
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| My hands were already tied, so he, put away his handcuffs
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| And in my blindspot, I saw the silhouette
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| Your crazy legs smoking a long black cigarette
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| But I’d trade in all the rest of my days
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| Your crooked smile, your wicked ways
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| I’d fill up all this empty space
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| With you, or somebody like you
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| With you, or somebody just like you
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| Oh you, or somebody like you, oh
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| Now I should of learned my lesson
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| Done what I was told
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| Should of counted all my blessings
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| Like fingers and toes
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| And now I’m, tripping like a blind man
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| And searching high and low
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| For you, or somebody like you
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| For you, or somebody just like you
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| For you, or somebody like you
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| For you, or somebody just like you, oh oh
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| Yeah, whoa somebody just like you
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| Oh somebody just like you, oh |