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You're the tree that you can't eat the fruit from |
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I heard horses came to ride me away |
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I want shade and a good place to shoot from |
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If it's a clock I'd be the end of the day |
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You know you're not the boss of me |
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You can lift your skirt, you can shake your hair |
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But I got all the time in the world |
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You're the ditch in the road where wheels keep spinning |
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You're the same dead cat, clawing its way back grinning |
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You know, you got a bad reputation and your nine lives way down the line |
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I got a jacket to put on and a hat to wear |
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I wouldn't waste a gallon on you out there |
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And I got all the time in the world |
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A bridge is only there for you to jump off of |
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And there ain't no rain clouds that are blue |
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I do declare my independence baby |
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I shot off all my fireworks for you |
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The river's burning and the trees are on fire |
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There's lots of good rubber left on these tires |
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And I've got all the time in the world |
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Baby, you're the light that won't change, that I got stuck at |
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You're the fan that won't work at the motel |
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They were all out of red so I got me a blue one |
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Baby, you're always using mine, why don't you get you one |
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I know you won't go very far, you left your blonde wig in the car |
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And I got all the time in the world |
