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Used to sing it while cutting the grass.

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she’d like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she’s walking on a wire at the circus
She parks her car outside of my house and takes her clothes off
Says she’s close to understanding Jesus
And she knows she’s more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she’s nervous

So do I, Adam Duritz. So do I.


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