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She thought this song was about
Another girl but I really doubt if
I could find some loving without a place to lay my head
I have to tell her that if she
Must go off and live like a gypsy
There would be no home or bed with me or
Or place to rest

We didn't ever settle
It wasn't plan b
When things got messed up
Like roots with no tree
Come inside now
A warm cup in your hand
Strings and paper
She understands

Her mess, my mess, our mess, your mess
Her mess, my mess, our mess, your mess
Her mess, my mess, our mess, your mess
Her mess, my mess, our mess, your mess

She thought this song would be louder
So she could sing it in the shower
But the speakers all were blown out and
Not too dry
I have to tell her that it's me
Never been the kind to be risky
But if we don't soon we'll be fifty-five

We didn't settle
It wasn't plan b
When things got messed up
Like roots with no tree
Come inside now
A warm cup in your hand
Strings and paper
She understands



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