| Well, if I had a nickel for every line this town put on my face,
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| If I had a dime for every time I said I was fixing to leave this place,
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| It would help me buy the gas I’m about to pour on every thing I’ve seen,
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| I can’t be sentimental when it don’t mean nothing to me.
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| Let it burn, burn, just let it burn,
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| I’m sick of hangin' 'round here waiting for the tides to turn,
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| It don’t matter if its far or near, just as long as I get out of here,
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| Let it burn, let it burn.
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| I work to damn hard to wind up in this shotgun shack,
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| To get a little behind and have a man come and take it back,
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| There all breathing down my neck waiting for me to fall,
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| Well if it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all.
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| Let it burn, burn, momma let it burn,
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| I can’t wait to see 'em all when they ain’t got nowhere to turn,
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| I watch the flames light up the sky,
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| Blow 'em a kiss as I wave good-bye. |
| Yeah.
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| Let it burn, burn, just let it burn,
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| Well, I’m sick of hangin' 'round here waiting for the tides to turn,
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| Yeah, even if I wanted to stay, they’d probably run the other here anyway.
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| Let it burn. |