Strays

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I’ve been thinking I should write
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 some kind of love song for you
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To prove to you I do
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It shouldn’t be to hard to write
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I’ll just think of that time I 
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first saw you in Omaha
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You were stranded in Jackson with a
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 bus fare to-who-knows where
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I took you in, right then and there
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And life took on a new form
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No more stayin out all night
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No more killin ourselves just to 
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make ourselves feel alright
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No more sleepin with strangers and 
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those awkward goodbyes

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I never had much family, never 
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had too many friends
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Then you came wandering through
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Pompously I took you for granted
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That’s why I gotta write this 
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little, this little love song for 
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you
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I’ll sing about those Denver 
mornings you’d wake up
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bawlin bout a long lost kid
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Your maternal instincts, were 
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kickin' in
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As the sun dazzled bright upon the 
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peaks
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You brought home a dog you found in 
the alley
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You said "can we keep her?" I said 
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"well, what kind of man would I be?"
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So you bought her a collar, and you
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 called her your family

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Writers are selfish, writers are 
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egotists
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I’m afraid I’m as bad as it gets
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I keep forgettin to censor the truth
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That’s why I better write some 
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kinda, some kinda love song for you
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Drivin cross country in a 
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U-Haul, on the hunt for our new home
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High atop Eagle Rock, we found a
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 house with a big back yard
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So we picked up yet another mutt, 
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from the Crenshaw Pound
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Sippin' coffee on the porch while 
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the dogs wrestle on the lawn
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I’m sorry I’ve had my doubts…
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Were a family of strays but 
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together we’ve been found
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Were a family of strays but 
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together we’ve been found