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Just the wildfire, I escaped through the window But - i can't tell you, and it was a lie! Well, Now you are standing on the street And you told all your friends that I was strange and weird. But i'm easy.. And she was not your kind. You see, in her head she sees butterflies with pistols - She was an alcoholic artist. That's why i had to get down and talk to god on the telephone Sometimes it feels so good to be an outlaw in your perfect world. ..And if it was true it was just the wildfire..
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