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Lisa was a schoolgirl who worked at the Wal-Mart
Never wore a prom dress or caught no Bouquets
She liked to drink Malt Ducks and hang at
the arcade
In a world where tonight and forever are all
the same
Now I've got a notebook and a joint in a knapsack
Riding a Greyhound with no place to go
They say loose cannons fire in the crossroads
If there's such a thing as tomorrows maybe
I'll see you there
These are our happy endings
These are our happy endings it's the best
we can do
These are our happy endings
These are our happy endings it's the best
we can do*
Jimmy drove a Nova and hung out at the firehouse
Never had a dream of what might lay ahead
Jimmy got a job second shift at the steel
mill
Now he could buy six packs and shiny new mag
wheels
But ragweed grows on the cliff-side
And poppies bloom with no direction known
I'm just drinking wine by the creek-bank
Behind an old fairground in a town with no
name*
The last time I saw you, you stood in the
doorway
I always thought that smile on your face was
a lie
You said maybe a child would make it all better
I don't think I even heard what you said
Morning sun shines on a rain-soaked park bench
My feet are sore and I'm a stranger to all
I meet
I see trailer parks and roadside diners
But I keep movin' on, movin' on, movin on'*
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