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Grass and madness |
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Masks the face of those concealed |
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Where the concrete |
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Splits the ancient battlefield |
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But it just makes me feel lonely |
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Yeah, it just makes me feel lonely |
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And the wagon train will run you over |
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Bite off the top of a four leaf clover |
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Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh |
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I cannot have faith in a hypocrite |
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Can you please not waste my time |
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Can you just not waste my |
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Trade your Walkman in the front seat |
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Rusty cannons point |
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The way back home to Saddle Creek |
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And, and these days, they last forever, uh uh |
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And this road goes on forever, uh uh |
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And the wagon train will run you over |
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Bite off the top of a four leaf clover |
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Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh |
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I cannot have faith in a hypocrite |
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Can you please not waste my time |
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This is such a waste of |
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Tell me, what did that guy say? |
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Did he finally get his way? |
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Tell me, what did that guy do? |
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Did he lay his hands on you? |
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So what did that guy say to finally get his way? |
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So what did that guy do? |
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Did he lay his hands on you |
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To make your thighs quiver? |
