| Oh my oh, I’ll go for what you know
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| Who I own I know, I owe who knows who
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| I own my home or owe who knows who I owe
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| Why own when you can just
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| Sell it
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| Oh my oh, I’ll go for what you know
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| Buy the city sell the farm
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| Either or / Either or
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| Either or / Either or not
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| Cause I could throw a rock
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| And put a hole
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| In the yard behind the beehive rows
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| Set along my road
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| Straighter than the treeline grows
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| We’ll see this country in a car
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| Dinner in dining halls
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| Give to the grind and haul out
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| And let 'em tear the barn down
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| And let 'em put up
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| A new line of beehive rows
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| Well, I just couldn’t call it my own any more
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| When they blocked up the road
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| W here the first would go
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| So let’s die out
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| I know not to meddle
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| To keep off the path this steamroller runs
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| Been all set and settled
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| Since day one they’ve wanted
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| What I own I know, I owe who knows
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| Who I owe I know, I own who knows
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| Those gloves just take 'em off
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| Move before the city moves to us
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| And sucks the simple parts of living out from under us
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| Move before the city moves to us, to us, to us
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| So let’s die out
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| The greatest forest fire burned our forest down |