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Trouble with a capital |
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T, "Tie him down" they said, |
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But tired ain't for me |
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Let this one fly... |
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I wonder what they'll make of me, |
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When i'm good and gone in song |
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In God's country |
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Let this one fly... |
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Off on a merry way, |
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Often in a lotta days, |
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Lost on yer merry way |
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Cause unrevealed and never known... |
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And never known... |
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Trouble with people like me, |
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Tie 'em down and then they vanish instantly |
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Let this one fly... |
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Its really no problem, you see, |
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When the sky ignites and your days crash quietly, |
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Let this one fly... |
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Off on a merry way, |
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Often alotta days, |
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Lost on yer merry way |
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Cause unrevealed and tucked away |
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Often alotta days, |
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Lost on yer merry way, |
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Cause unrevealed and never known |
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All that i'm asking tonight, is that |
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I make it back home alive |
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No explosions, no crashes, no fights, |
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I wanna get back home... |
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Back home...back home... |
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I wanna get back home... |
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Back home...back home... |
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I wanna get back home... |
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Back home...back home... |
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I wanna get back home... |
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Back home...back home... |
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Back home tonite |