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Fore I was born, there were no limitations |
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Said my goodbyes at the greyhound station |
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Here I am half a mile from where I grew up |
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In a parking lot sittin' in my pickup truck |
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And I'm thinkin' bout burnin' it down, boys |
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Thinkin' bout burnin' it down |
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Nothin's ever gonna be the same in this town |
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Ten gallons of gas and a bottle of propane |
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I took the lighter off my grill and I still can't |
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Say for certain that this thing'll blow. |
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But if it does I'm gonna be the first one to know. |
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I'm thinkin' bout burnin' it down, boys |
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Thinkin' bout burnin' it down |
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Nothin's ever gonna be the same in this town |
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I'm thinkin' bout burnin' the Walmart down. |
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Always used to say I'd come back some day and settle down. |
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I'm getting old. Got no place to go. It's all come unwound. |
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So I'm watching' the faces comin' and goin' |
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Some of them strangers some that I know and |
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It doesn't matter how much, how long I wait. |
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'Cause the door's always open and it's never too late. |
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And I'm thinkin' bout burnin' it down, boys |
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Thinkin' bout burnin' it down |
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Nothin's ever gonna be the same in this town |
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And I'm thinkin' bout burnin' it down, boys |
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Thinkin' bout burnin' it down |
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Nothin's ever gonna be the same in this town |
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I'm thinkin' bout burnin' the Walmart down. |
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Thinkin' bout burnin' the Walmart down. |
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I'm thinkin' bout burnin' it down. |
