Birthday Girl - Matt Nathanson
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Early morning, autumn light.
Whitewashed walls and children playing.
The air is still, I smell the bakery.
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Lying here in last night's clothes,
Mexican girls in Sunday dresses
Fill the sidewalks up Guerrero street.
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Save me, I get lost so easy.
C'mon and lift the fog, my birthday girl.
The rains came, turned all the hills green,
Turned the dirt to flowers, birthday girl.
My birthday girl.
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Just because you learn to breathe
Underwater doesn't mean
You ever shake
The fear of being drowned.
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Between the sparks and junkyard thoughts,
The things I stole, the things I lost,
You could build a city in my head.
In my head.
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Save me, I get lost so easy.
C'mon and lift the fog, my birthday girl.
The rains came, turned all the hills green,
Turned my dirt to flowers, birthday girl.
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I don't