| Daddy wanted me to leave it
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| Indiana, Indiana in the cold
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| Said «you know you really don’t need it
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| Leave the fame for the road»
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| I remember when I was leaving
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| I was only six years old
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| Oh how my heart was beatin'
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| About ready to explode
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| One shot honey collect it all
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| The dust inside the rusted souls
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| You should get a ride cause you can’t control
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| The heart that beats under the bone
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| Come on my combat chameleon give it up
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| You’ve got your life to attend to, buttercup
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| You’re entertaining the talk that is told through the teeth of the Mouths of
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| the millions dyin' to meet ya-
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| Little do they know
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| The Mississippi river won’t kill you
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| Unless you stand too close my dear
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| Take you to Louisiana
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| A long long way from here
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| And the war’s been a long time coming
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| Yes, a long long war’s gonna come
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| We’re standing at the end of a story
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| At the foot of a palindrome
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| One shot honey collect it all
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| The dust inside the rusted souls
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| You should get a ride
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| Cause you can’t control
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| The hear that beats under the bone
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| Come on my combat chameleon give it up,
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| You’ve got your life to attend to, buttercup
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| You’re entertaining the talk that is told through the teeth of the Mouths of
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| the millions dyin' to meet ya
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| Little do they know |