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Rockapella |
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Carmen Sandiego |
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Indiana |
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I got a hole in my pocket and nothing coming down my leg, |
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Thinking about my home. |
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I got the box in my socket, the extra E's telling me |
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I never shoulda got up and grown. |
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I'm gonna hock every buck in the bank |
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And vacate this skinny town like a Finny Brown. |
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I got a hole in my pocket and nothin' trickle down |
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Done permanent turn my mouth into a frown, |
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Got fuel in the rocket, start the countdown. |
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I got a roach in the cabinet multiplying overtime |
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Under the laundromat. |
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I ain't seen the sun in a hundred million light years, |
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Gimme a land that's flat. |
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I'm on a budget of nothin' my life is a lemon |
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I'm suckin' the rind and it's spittin' time, |
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It's what I ain't got, my mama's grin, what I ain't got, |
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Wanna wear it again, what I ain't got, wanna get me on back to IN. |
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Indiana, back on my granddaddy's farm, |
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And someday I'll return to slam the backboard on the barn. |
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Indiana, but now the grass and corn and fireflies |
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Are just a distant humble paradise. |
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She got a tag on her pocketbook "Fake Alligator" |
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Never took an animal life. |
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She got a run in her stocking the length of an equator, |
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I'm thinkin' she'll be my wife. |
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She got my face in a locket, |
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A scrap of tin around her finger digging the bone, |
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And I'm going home to what I ain't got, my mama's grin, |
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What I ain't got, gonna wear it again, what I ain't got, |
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Gonna get me on back to IN. |
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Indiana, gonna hold my head up proud. |
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I won't live in the shadow of no building scraping up the clouds. |
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Indiana, down at the brickyard on Memorial Day |
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I'm on one knee and begging you to stay. |
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Oh honey, I got a token in my pocket, |
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A wormy apple for the boss, hitching it home tonight. |
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I down a Coke and the sign says halfway to Santa Claus, |
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I feel I'm gonna ignite. |
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They got a pie on the window, |
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The pickup in the backyard ready to roam |
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'Cause I'm coming home to what I ain't got, my mama's grin, |
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What I ain't got, gonna wear it again, what I ain't got, |
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My Hoosier kin, what I ain't got, I'm gonna get it, |
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I'm gonna gemme myself back to Indiana. |
