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I'm bound for the greyhound bus |
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I've got noone left to trust |
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Kiss my ass, eat my dust |
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I've got dreams I've gotta dream |
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So long to the whipping post |
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Hello to the golden coast |
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Hang my heart on a hitching post |
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Where they got clean air to breathe |
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When I was seventeen, I gave up my little girl |
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But she stills haunt my dream |
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In the pocket of my jeans I've got a picture torn and curled |
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I wonder if she's just like me |
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Twenty years on the line |
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Sweating tears just to make a dime |
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Punch the clock, it's quitting time |
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There's so much I've got to see |
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Maybe I will find my girl |
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My heart will be my messenger |
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It's wings are town, but man it's pure |
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And it beats inside of me |
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When I was seventeen, I gave up my little girl |
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But she stills haunt my dream |
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In the pocket of my jeans I've got a picture torn and curled |
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I wonder if she's just like me |
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Maybe I will find my girl |
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My heart will be my messenger |
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It's wings are town, but man it's pure |
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And it beats inside of me |
