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She thought this song was about another girl but I really doubt if I could find some loving without a place to lay my head
I have to tell her that if she must go off and live like a gypsy, there would be no home or bed with me or place to rest

We didn't settle
It wasn't plan b
When things got messed up
Like roots with no tree
Come inside now
A warm cup in your hand
Strings and paper
She understands

Her mess, my mess, our mess, your mess She thought this song would be louder so she could sing it in the shower but the speakers all were blown out and not too dry
I have to tell her that it's me, never been the kind to be risky, but if we don't soon we'll be 55

We didn't settle
It wasn't plan b
When things got messed up
Like roots with no tree
Come inside now
A warm cup in your hand
Strings and paper
She understands

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