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You know, the sun is in your eyes |
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And hurricanes and rains |
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And black and cloudy skies. |
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You're running up and down that hill. |
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You turn it on and off at will. |
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There's nothing here to thrill |
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Or bring you down. |
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And if you've got no other choice |
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You know you can follow my voice |
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Through the dark turns and noise |
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Of this wicked little town. |
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Oh Lady, luck has led you here |
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And they're so twisted up |
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They'll twist you up. I fear. |
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The pious, hateful and devout, |
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You're turning tricks til you're turned out, |
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The wind so cold it burns, |
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You're burning out and blowing round. |
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And if you've got no other choice |
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You know you can follow my voice |
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Through the dark turns and noise |
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Of this wicked little town. |
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The fates are vicious and they're cruel. |
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You learn too late you've used two wishes |
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Like a fool |
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And then you're someone you are not, |
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And Junction City ain't the spot, |
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Remember Mrs. Lot |
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And when she turned around. |
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And if you've got no other choice |
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You know you can follow my voice |
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Through the dark turns and noise |
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Of this wicked little town. |
