| We drove the car to the top of the parking ramp
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| 4th of july
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| Sat out on the hood with a couple of warm beers
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| And watched the fire works explode in the sky
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| And there was an exodus of birds in the trees
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| Cuz they didn’t know that we were only pretending
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| And the people all looked up and looked pleased
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| And the birds flew around like the whole world was ending
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| I don’t think war is noble
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| And i don’t like to think that love is like war
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| But I’ve got a big hot cherry bomb
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| And i wanna slip it through the mail slot
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| Of your front door
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| And now you can’t leave me here
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| I’ve got your back now
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| You’d better have mine
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| Cuz you say the coast is clear
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| But you say that all the time
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| So many sheep i quit counting
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| Sleepless and embarassed
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| About the way that i feel
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| Trying to make mole hills out of mountains
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| Building base camp at the bottom
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| Of a really big deal
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| Did i ever tell you how i stopped eating
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| When you stopped calling me
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| I was cramped up
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| And shitting rivers for weeks
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| And pretending that i was finally free
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| And you can’t leave me here
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| Yeah now that your back
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| You better stay this time
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| Cuz you say the coast is clear
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| But you say that all the time
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| I drove the car to the top of the parking ramp
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| 4th of july
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| I planted my dusty boots on the bumper
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| Sat out on the hood
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| And looked up at the sky |