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Tie-dye shirts and cargo pants
He wasn't meant to be in the plans
Flannel sleeves and a Camel smell
He saved me from my own dark Hell
A raspy voice and old guitars
I think from him I'll hide my scars
A windowsill with a long way down
With him, I'll run far from this town
They don't approve but I don't care
He asked me out, I took the dare
Tie-dye shirts and cargo pants
I guess he fits right in the plans