#TAYLOR
#JACK JOHNSON
They say Taylor was a good girl, never one to be late Complain, express ideas in her brain
Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets You're gonna have to pay her if you want to park here
She just wanders around, unaffected by, The winter winds here, she'll pretend that She's somewhere else, so far and clear About two thousand miles, from here
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