Album Of The Year

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The first time that I met her I was throwing up in the ladies' room stall

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She asked me if I needed anything, I said, "I think I spilled my drink"
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And that's how it started
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Or so I'd like to believe

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She took me to her mother's house outside of town where the stars hang down

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She said she'd never seen someone so lost I said I'd never felt so found
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And then I kissed her on the cheek
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And so she kissed me on the mouth Oh, oh, oh

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Spring was popping daisies up 'round rusted trucks and busted lawn chairs

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We moved into a studio in Council Bluffs to save a couple bucks
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Where the mice came out at night
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Neighbors were screaming all the time

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We'd make love in the afternoons to Chelsea Girls and Bachelor Number 2

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I played for her some songs I wrote she's joke and say I'm shooting through the roof
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I'd say, "they're all for you, dear
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I'll write the album of the year"

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And I know she loved me then
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I swear to god she did
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It's the way she'd bite my lower lip
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And push her hips against my hips
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And dig her nails so deep into my skin

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The first time that I met her I was convinced I had finally found the one

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She was convinced I was under the influence of all those drunken romantics
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I was reading Fante at the time, I had Bukowski on my mind

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She got a job at Jacob's, serving cocktails to the local drunks

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Against her will, I fit the bill, I perched down at the end of the bar
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She said, "space is not just a place for stars
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I gave you an inch, you want a house with a yard"

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And I know she loved me once, but those days are done
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She used to call me every day from a payphone on her break for lunch
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Just to say she can't wait to come home
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Oh, to come home
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Oh, to come home
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To come home

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The last time that I saw her, she was picking through which records were hers

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Clothes were packed in boxes, with some pots and pans, and books, and a toaster
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Just then a mouse scurried across the floor
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We started laughing 'till it didn't hurt
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Started laughing 'till it didn't hurt
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Started laughing 'till it didn't hurt
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Started laughing 'till it didn't hurt, alright

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