My favorite song, don't know how it goes
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It's temperamental like the static coming over the radio
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When I signal to her satellite, nobody is home
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And oh, she's never in danger and never met a stranger
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Heaven and earth, body and soul
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Tell me that you miss me now that I'm gone
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Like a book in a fireplace, too hot to read
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All hot and on fire, let's go to sleep
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By the way, I'm free tonight
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If you wanna go out and see a movie or something
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You're my favorite
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My favorite songs go by, people stare
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You know they need a lot of oxygen and like to wash their hair
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And I can build a telephone out of tin cans
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So we can have some conversations across the string nobody understands
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Say what?
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Heaven and earth, body and soul
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Tell me that you miss me now that I'm gone
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Crosses in a field, strange men with huge hats
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Two guitars and one violin
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In rented black suits with the wrong size on
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They try to play it, but they get it all wrong
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Three different keys at once, that's my favorite
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That's my favorite song
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Hey, I'm free tonight
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If you wanna go out and see a movie
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And don't call me pal
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OK, bye
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You're my favorite
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You're my favorite
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You're my favorite
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So don't give up
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Don't give up
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My Favorite Song
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Ryan Adams |