I found mattress off the back of an open box truck
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I carried it on my back down the length of my block
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I slept above Revolution Records and a toy factory
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Across from the Electric Lady Land and all the shoes on H Street
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You dropped out of high school to find a life outside the cinder block walls
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You worked part time at the diner and then over the old folks home
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There six kids in your house all piled in on the third floor
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And you moved to Southy on Oak Street not far from the shore
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Oh the first time I saw her she was up on a rec hall stage
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You were trying to keep from laughing your voice was covered in blue paint
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We came in from the mainland on a spade from '71
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I came back at night on my dads motorcycle but you were gone
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Well I heard about you from my friend Billy Bogs
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How you ran with all the boys and their trucks
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How you can could drink an old car off its blocks
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And be home in time for dinner
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I was driving Wimpy around with Finny in my lap he was just a pup
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I sneaked by your moms house and see if you were up
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I said my brothers and I are going out we wont be long
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Yea were going to Four Corners for a fire would you like to tag along
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And I said yea I like her just fine
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You said yea I guess he's alright
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Yea but something it happened in time
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A love born that keeps getting bigger
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It keeps getting bigger
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You had your hair pulled back, back when it was all blonde
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You'd been to LA but came back because it was never home
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We moved in to Sparhawk and in the van you claimed your seat
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You shaved your head and said you wouldn't leave me for all the shoes on the H Street
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And oh I say I'm yours and you say you're mine
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And all we ask for is time and more time
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And thank the world for treating us so kind
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For a love that keeps getting bigger
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And how could I have a chorus so true
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As to bare any resemblance to you
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And I'm sure its been sung and it's been said
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As the visions they play in a mans head
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As I set out with the impossible to do
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Write a song that's as pretty as you
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And your face isn't covered in blue
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But if I could say anything its thanks for seeing me through
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And this love that keeps getting bigger
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It keeps getting bigger
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Sybil III
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