We're rollin'?
Well I used to write lists
I use...

Why don't I count 'em in dude?
I got a groove in my head, man
One, two, three... five

Well I used to write lists
I used to like this
What would I miss if I was gone?
I said, "don't steal my story"
And then I was sorry
I feel bad when you do
Is that wrong?

And I don't know a jazz chord
Or write like I'm lovelorn
There's so much in everything most times
At others you feel trapped
And too proud to act mad
Do they know what goes on
In your mind?

When every death sonnet
Has got your name on it
There's no Judy Garland
In her Easter bonnet
It's not like you wanted it
Here, less clear

Well he mailed a postcard
Sent from the same city
To her only permanent place
And it made her happy
And tired of self pity
Only lookin' for a place

Eyes follow her finger
Down the right column
To circle and then put away

Too far outta town
And no money down
Is still more than
I'm willing to pay

When every death sonnet
Has got your name on it
There's no Judy Garland
In her Easter bonnet
It's not like you wanted it
Here, less clear

I want you to know
That I'm right
I want you to know
That I'm right

Oh, I want you to know
That I'm right
Here, less clear



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Judy G. song meanings
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