| From a phone booth in Vegas
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| Jesse calls at five a.m.
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| To tell me how she’s tired of all of them
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| She says, Baby, I’ve been thinking about a trailer by the sea
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| We could go to Mexico; |
| You, the cat and Me We’ll drink tequila and look for seashells
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| Now doesn’t that sound sweet
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| Oh Jesse you always do this every time I get back on my feet
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| Jesse paint your pictures
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| About how it’s gonna be By now I should know better
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| Your dreams are never free
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| But tell me all about our little trailer by the sea
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| Oh Jesse you can always sell any dream to me Oh Jesse you can always sell any dream to me She asked me how the cat’s been
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| I say Moses, he’s just fine
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| But he used to think about you, all the time
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| We finally took your pictures down off the wall
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| Jesse, how do you always seem to know just when to call
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| She says Get your stuff together, bring Moses and drive real fast
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| And I listened to her promise
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| I swear to God this time it’s gonna last
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| Jesse paint your pictures
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| About how it’s gonna be By now I should know better
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| Your dreams are never free
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| But tell me all about our little trailer by the sea
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| Oh Jesse you can always sell any dream to me Oh Jesse you can always sell any dream to me
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| I’ll love you in the sunshine
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| Lay you down in the warm, white sand
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| And who knows maybe this time
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| Things will turn out just the way you planned
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| Jesse paint your pictures
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| About how it’s gonna be By now I should know better
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| Your dreams are never free
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| But tell me all about our little trailer by the sea
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| Oh Jesse you can always sell any dream to me Oh Jesse you can always sell any dream to me.
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| (…for the eternal dreamer in all of us.) |