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Branches waving madly in the air |
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Waving 'round like they don't even care |
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Last time i considered leaving here |
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The roads caught fire and I drank all our beer |
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Out here at my post I've learned a lot |
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I've learned that the fruit on the ground is gonna rot |
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There's more ATM's with air conditioning then there are birds on the wing |
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Out here at my post I've learned a few things |
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Like the sun ain't afraid to bleach out a dream |
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And the way that you were ain't the way that you will always be |
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Please believe me |
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Branches wave and ask for change to spare |
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Once I did, but now I barely care |
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Last time I considered leavin' town |
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Something dumb came up and I turned around |
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Out here at my post I've learned a lot |
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I've learned that the fruit on the ground is gonna rot |
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There's more ATM's with air conditioning then there are birds on the wing |
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Out here at my post I've learned a few things |
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Like the sun ain't afraid to bleach out a dream |
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And the way that you were ain't the way that you will always be |
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Please believe me |
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Out here at my post |
