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Put your lips in a pucker |
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And keep them there |
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And keep talking |
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Like the waitress down at the lantern |
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What's worse then your refusal |
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Is my not wanting to |
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Small town |
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Small town |
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Small town shit |
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Post card charm |
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In a box in the attic |
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Tell it all on the phone |
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Like something new so unusual |
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What's worse than your refusal |
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Is my not wanting to |
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Small town |
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Small town |
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Small town shit |
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Something 'bout the same old patterns |
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It's not lost on me |
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Grave yard crosses |
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And four way stop signs |
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Heads or tails you win |
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I don't remember who i am |
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What's worse than your refusal |
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Is my not wanting to |
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I heard i was all wrong |
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It got back to me |
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Small town |
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Small town |
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Small town shit |
