Lyrics
Her best jeans hit the floor and she crawled back in to bed
Was headed to the ocean but her plans had been misread
Rocky and worrisome like the San Andreas Fault
This sweet girls getting sour and she's building up a wall
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Poor excuses drive a wedge
Now she's looking for a ledge
Was it something someone said in my sometimes sweetheart's head?
She pulled out all of the flowers and threw them in the stream
A liar's gonna lie and a dreamer's gonna dream
But those magnolias didn't slow down at the bend
And three days later now, we're back to being friends
In my sometimes sweetheart's head
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