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I’ve been long, along way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos,
And drank ’til I was thirsty again
We went searching through thrift store jungles
Found geronimo’s rifle, marilyn’s shampoo
And benny goodman’s corset and pen
Well, o.k. I made this up
I promised you I’d never give up
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If it makes you happy
It can’t be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad
You get down, real low down
You listen to coltrane, derail your own train
Well who hasn’t been there before?
I come round, around the hard way
Bring you comics in bed,
Scrape the mold off the bread,
And serve you french toast again
Well, o.k. I still get stoned
I’m not the kind of girl you’d take home
Chorus
We’ve been far, far away from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos,
And everywhere in between
Well, o.k. we get along
So what if right now everything’s wrong?
Chorus
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