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Too Stoned

Dear friends it’s time to tell this story
Could be the story of my life
A tale I tell it’s straight from memory
Of one who might have been my wife

I’d act as if I was her lover and write her name down in the sand
But when you falsely love another no one is going to understand

She was the kind of girl you'd want to call your own
But no girl was born to be owned
Facing the truth of it I had to walk away
Or maybe I just got too stoned…too stoned

Outside the storm was slowly gathering
To cast a pall across the land
But you and I we kept on travelling
And headed for the desert sand

And there we stopped to drink tequilla and pop those wild peyote pills
And when we saw the red lights flashin’ it’s then we headed for the hills

She was the kind of girl you'd want to call your own
But no girl was born to be owned
Facing the truth of it I had to walk away
Or maybe I just got too stoned…too stoned

Then came the turning of the century It didn’t go the way we planned
So if you’re down and feelin empty then I can fully understand
Her love reduced to a cinder within a flame that we both fan
There lies at least one dying ember and now I hope you understand

She was the kind of girl you'd want to call your own
But no girl was born to be owned
Facing the truth of it I had to walk away
Or maybe we just got too stoned…too stoned