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Liz Longley
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Outta My Head
I was packing to move to New York City
You were the last thing I thought I'd find
Miles and miles away you should be gone now
But our years together play like movies in my mind
Because I found your letters and the
John Barton record that we spun till it was dead
I found your mix tape for the road
And two tickets for the show and your sock
Under my bed, and now I can't get you out of my head
Memories of you seem to linger here
And they're getting harder to ignore
I swear I heard you singing in the kitchen
And your bare feet tapping the rhythm on the floor
I thought I saw you walking through that door
Oh, I wish you'd walk through that door
Why don't you come get your letters and that
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John Barton record that we spun till it was dead
Come get your mix tape for the road
And two tickets for the show and your sock
Under my bed, come get yourself out of my head
Oh, now that you hear, you're far more beautiful
Than I remembered, oh, remind me why
We're not together, shouldn't we be together
Why don't you come get your letters and we'll
Spin some records, then go out and paint
The town with it, I got two tickets to the show
And I think that we should go, and if you want
You can crash on my bed, because I'd rather you there
Than in my head, get out of my head
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