| On my way up north, up on the Ventura
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| I pulled back the hood and I was talking to you
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| And I knew then it would be a life long thing
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| But I didn’t know that we, we could break a silver lining
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| And I’m so sad
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| Like a good book I can’t put this day back
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| A sorta fairytale with you
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| A sorta fairytale with you
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| Things you said that day up on the one-oh-one
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| The girl had come undone, I tried to downplay it
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| With a bet about us, you said that you’d take it
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| As long as I could, I could not erase it
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| And I’m so sad
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| Like a good book I can’t put this day back
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| A sorta fairytale with you
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| A sorta fairytale with you
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| And I ride along side
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| And I rode along side you then
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| And I rode along side
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| Till you lost me there in the open road
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| And I rode along side
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| Till the honey spread itself so thin
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| For me to break your bread
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| For me to take your word
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| I had to steal it
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| And I’m so sad
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| Like a good book I can’t put this day back
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| A sorta fairytale with you
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| A sorta fairytale with you
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| I could pick back up whenever I feel
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| Down New Mexico way
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| Something about the open road
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| I knew that he was
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| Looking for some Indian blood
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| And find a little in you
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| Find a little in me
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| We may be on this road
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| But we’re just impostors in this country you know
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| So we go along and we said we’d fake it
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| Feel better with Oliver Stone
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| Till I almost smacked him
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| Seemed right that night
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| I don’t know what takes hold
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| Out there in the desert cold
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| These guys think they must
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| Try and just get over on us
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| And I’m so sad
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| like a good book I can’t put this day back
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| A sorta fairytale with you
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| A sorta fairytale with you
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| And I was riding by
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| Riding along side
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| For a while till you lost me
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| And I was riding by
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| Riding along till you lost me
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| Till you lost me in the rear view
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| You lost me I said
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| Way up north I took my day
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| All in all was a pretty nice day
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| And I put the hood right back where
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| You could taste heaven perfectly
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| Feel out the summer breeze
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| Didn’t know when we’d be back
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| And I, I don’t, didn’t think
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| We’d end up like, like this |