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From the back of my neck, oh oh oh |
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Wired a glass jaw, oh oh |
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Plantation burning your boat is coming in |
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Strum your jew's-harp, you're reeking gin |
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Running water in a sinking boat |
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Going under but they've got your goat |
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Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound |
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Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound |
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Johnny Mike is reading in the yard |
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His story's timely, oh oh oh |
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What river is it anyway, radio |
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Not in a boat, in your ear |
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Running water in a sinking boat |
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Going under but they've got your goat |
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Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound |
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Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound |
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You pick your island in the sun |
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Take your island off he's got a gun |
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Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound |
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Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound |
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He's cooking in the woods, a brush fire in your neck |
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Feeling mighty mighty, oh oh oh |
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You can pick your island in the sun |
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Take your island off he's got a gun |
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Running water in a sinking boat |
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Going under but they've got your goat |
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Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound |
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Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound |
