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Backyard Tourists

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Sig Paulson
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Backyard Tourists She drives her car a little off the wall Leaves the sun roof open in the rainfall She says, " where do I turn" "When will I ever learn?" She lies back on the couch and says, "It's relative." "Clocks are man-made and insensitive". "Let's pretend we're at a matinee, on a summer Sunday and it's my birthday." I don't love her 'cause she turned out to be just who I thought she ought to be I love her 'cause she's strong enough to be herself, and let me be me If you love me send me postcards 'cause we're all tourists in each others backyards Tryin' to catch the local flavor Don't do me any favors I don't love her 'cause she turned out to be just who I thought she ought to be I love her 'cause she's strong enough to be herself, and let me be me She shouts at the waves that crash ashore Says they're too loud and many to ignore But when the sun sets on the sand She says come hold my hand I don't love her 'cause she turned out to be just who I thought she ought to be I love her 'cause she's strong enough to be herself, and let me be me