| Well I’m on the corner by 7 o’clock
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| Looking at my father’s watch that time forgot
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| Trying to scrape off yesterday’s mud
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| With yesterday’s drinks still in my blood
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| There’s a routine to this storybook town
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| Sometimes I cry when no one’s around
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| Either about my job or wantin' a son
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| Or how my life is halfway done
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| Are we done?
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| Ooooooohhhh
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| Freedom dumb my way
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| Ooooooohhhh
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| Freedom dumb my way
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| Sexuality, religion, and politics
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| Nobody round here challenges that list
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| We’ll shoot you and your Judas kiss
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| It’s just the fucking way it is
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| You know, bro?
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| (Oooh, should you touch it, motherfucker)
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| At holidays I tolerate
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| All my fucking annoying cousins from snowflake states
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| They interrupt my dinner time
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| With propaganda and knowledge of wine
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| So I just wear a smile that even a president can’t fake
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| What a time to be alive!
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| Ooooooohhhh
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| Freedom dumb my way
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| Ooooooohhhh
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| Freedom dumb my way
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| Well some radio DJ named The Grinder
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| Is laughing on cue at a bad joke
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| While playing my favorite song from 1998 on repeat
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| (Closing time)
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| I want whatever they are drinking at 6 AM
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| Because I feel like shit, honestly
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| Sorry, I misspoke — I meant, I wouldn’t
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| I win, fuck it, get over it
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| Ooooooohhhh
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| Freedom dumb my way
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| Ooooooohhhh
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| Freedom dumb my way
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| Ooooooohhhh
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| (In the jungle, the mighty jungle)
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| Freedom dumb my way
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| (The lion sleeps tonight)
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| Ooooooohhhh
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| (In the jungle, the mighty jungle)
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| Freedom dumb my way
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| (The lion sleeps tonight) |