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I'm okayif you get me at a good angleand you're okayin the sort of lightand we don't looklike pages from a magazinebut that's all rightthat's all right
I crashed your pickup truckand then I had to drive it back home
I was crying
I was so scaredof what you would doof what you would saybut you just started laughingso I started laughing alongsaying, it looks a little roughbut it runs okayit looks a little roughbut it runs good anywaywe get a little further from perfectioneach year on the road
I guess that's what they call character
I guess that's just the way it goesbetter to be dusty than polishedlike some store window mannequinwhy don't you tocuh me where I'm rustylet me stain your handswhen you're pretty as a picturethey pound down your doorbut I've been offered lovein two dimensions beforeand I know that it's not allit's made out to belet's show them how it's donelet's do it all imperfectly
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