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Oh my oh, I'll go for what you know |
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Who I own I know, I owe who knows who |
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I own my home or owe who knows who I owe |
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Why own when you can just |
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Sell it |
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Oh my oh, I'll go for what you know |
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Buy the city sell the farm |
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Either or / Either or |
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Either or / Either or not |
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Cause I could throw a rock |
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And put a hole |
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In the yard behind the beehive rows |
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Set along my road |
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Straighter than the treeline grows |
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We'll see this country in a car |
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Dinner in dining halls |
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Give to the grind and haul out |
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And let 'em tear the barn down |
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And let 'em put up |
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A new line of beehive rows |
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Well, I just couldn't call it my own any more |
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When they blocked up the road |
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W here the first would go |
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So let's die out |
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I know not to meddle |
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To keep off the path this steamroller runs |
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Been all set and settled |
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Since day one they've wanted |
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What I own I know, I owe who knows |
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Who I owe I know, I own who knows |
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Those gloves just take 'em off |
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Move before the city moves to us |
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And sucks the simple parts of living out from under us |
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Move before the city moves to us, to us, to us |
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So let's die out. |
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The greatest forest fire burned our forest down |