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I don't want to run I don't want to stay |
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Cos everything that's near and dear is old |
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And in the way |
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Emergency has gone, apathy rolling on |
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Time to take a stand |
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Redneck wonderland |
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Got you in my sights, spotlit by the fence |
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If it's love you're faking it's just common sense |
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Brick and tile for miles, rolling in the aisles |
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Rifle in my hand |
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Redneck wonderland |
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Well the streets are clean, nothing gets away |
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I can see the beauty treatment draining from |
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Your face |
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It is vision free, It's poor bugger me |
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Something less than grand |
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Redneck wonderland |
