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Answer
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You ate at my favorite spot for dinner, Bold was the waitress on our three year trip, Getting lunch down by the lake
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Invisible String
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And I think you should come live with, Me and we can be pirates, Then you won't have to cry, Or hide in the closet
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Seven
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Free of women with madness, their men and bad habits, And then it was bought by me
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The Last Great American Dynasty
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I want auroras and sad prose, I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet, 'Cause I haven't moved in years
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The Lakes
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Your back beneath the sun, Wishin' I could Write my name on it, Will you call when you're back at school
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August
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You knew it still hurts underneath my scars, From when they pulled me apart, You knew the password, so I let you in the door
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Hoax
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Having adventures on your own, You meet some woman on the internet and take her home
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The 1
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Burned the disco down, When they sent home the horses, And the rodeo clowns, I'm still on that tightrope
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Mirrorball
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Now I breathe flames each time I talk, My cannons all firin' at your yacht, They say, "Move on", but you know, I won't
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Mad Woman
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Hint
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Answer
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And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound, It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you
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This is Me Trying
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Tell your friends you're out for a run, You'll be flushed when you return, Take the road less traveled by, Tell yourself you can always stop
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Illicit Affairs
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I'd curse you for the longest time, Chasin' shadows in the grocery line
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Cardigan
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Sit with you in the trenches, Give you my wild, give you a child, Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other
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Peace
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You know I didn't want to have to haunt you, But what a ghostly scene, You wear the same jewels that I gave you
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My Tears Ricochet
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Your favorite song was playing, From the far side of the gym, I was nowhere to be found
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Betty
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Second, third, and hundredth chances, Balancin' on breaking branches, Those eyes add insult to injury
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Exile
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Something med school did not cover, Someone's daughter, someone's mother, Holds your hand through plastic now
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Epiphany
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