words and music by Emily Saliers
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I've seen the sun on a funeral, the full moon in a midday sky
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Tactician politician hold his head and wonder why
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I'm always struck that much harder by the power of suggestion
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By now I know the answer's always in the question
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Now that we're done with that why don't you warm the car
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All of the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football
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More than the weather chills, the bands practicing their drills
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I've got to get back to something real with you
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I had to call your parents to get your number again
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I was either gonna be the prodigal or the banished friend
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We were standing against an outside wall, I was afraid of what you'd say
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It took me ten years to call you back but here we are today
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Now that we're done with that why don't you warm the car
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All of the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football
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More than the weather chills, the bands practicing their drills
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I've got to get back to something real with you
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So life has brought you this: two marriages and three kids
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And me life as slick as ice that finally hit the skids
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You're as sweet as you ever were
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A slight sickness of regret washes over me
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And in the end that's all I get
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Now that we're done with that why don't you warm the car
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All of the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football
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More than the weather chills, the bands practicing their drills
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I've got to get back to something real
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I've got to get back to something real
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Something Real
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Indigo Girls |