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On out the lawn |
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You could see something was wrong |
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Habit is such that it lumbers along |
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The neighbors all talk they're shaking up the walk |
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Enter the fear |
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Never ever would have dreamed of being caught |
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Finer today |
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Is the sun on your unbitten leg |
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How can we get down |
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When everybody's lying on the ground |
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Bullets under beds where are the pistols |
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They cannot be found |
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So oh oh so alone with them around |
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Out in the sun where the light shades us from harm |
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Waiting for luck |
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For the river to dry up |
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Darker you say is the night that they'll take us away |
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Now we can get down |
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Cause everybody's living underground |
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Buried in their beds where are the pistols planted in the mounds |
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So oh oh so alone now that they're not around |
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Oh oh oh we are so lonely now |