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i, was gunna leave town that day,
but then i, heard her voice.
she said 'one two three, why can't you see,
you and me were meant to be.
darling i know it, it's true.
oh four five six, she gets her kicks,
shaking those hips.
she'll be eighteen tomorrow,
but i...
there's just seventeen ways to run seventeen plays,
on the football field drawn in my head.
and there's still twenty days 'till the symphony plays,
but tickets are sold out my friend...
already.
down by the old liquer store,
i couldn't hear her voice.
i said 'oh fuck why do i wanna die,
when i see her cry?'
i'm leaving tomorrow anyway.
but four five six, i get my kicks,
watching those hips,
i'll be older tomorrow,
but i...
there's just seventeen ways to run seventeen plays,
on the football field drawn in my head.
and there's still twenty days 'till the symphony plays,
but tickets are sold out my friend.
and there's just seventeen ways to run seventeen plays,
on the football field drawn in my head.
and there's still twenty days 'till the symphony plays,
but tickets are sold out my friend.
oh i sit and i pray, that the things that you say,
i'll never believe them again,
and i'll sing you a tune that i wrote you in june,
back when we were still friends,
my darling.
as the road passes me by,
i can still hear her voice.
she says 'one two three, why can't you see,
you and me were meant to be?
darling i know that it's true...'
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