another cold day
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three weeks in a row
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I spend more time getting dressed than
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where it is I go
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there are people on the streets
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shaking out their hands
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some to say hello others
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stay as warm as they can
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I'm stopping in
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for a hot cup of coffee
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with an old bum who says
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he could've been james dean
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now the chief of police
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has asked him to leave
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I say no, no, no
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this man's with me
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he makes me laugh
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he makes me smile
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and sometimes I cry
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and he wrecks my mind
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with a simple smile
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sometimes I believe in God for a while
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now I give a nod to lucy
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she knows my name
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I've been around alot here lately
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wow...someone knows my name
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there's dylan on the jukebox
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a song from highway 61
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james says he knows dylan
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that he wrote this one
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[Chorus]
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james has got a real name
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but he prefers james
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it reminds him of his youth
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when he had a body just like yours
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he says no one ever gives a damn
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unless they've got something to sell
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it's a long way back
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when you've fallen through hell
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I'm stopping in
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for a hot cup of coffee
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with an old bum who says
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he could've been james dean
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the chief of police
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has asked him to leave
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and he whispers to me
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as he tugs on my sleeve
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you make me laugh
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you make me smile
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and sometimes I cry
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but you never wrecked my mind
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with a simple smile
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sometimes I believe in God for a while
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Could've Been James Dean
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Evan And Jaron |