| You had the idea of a home
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| You knew I was homesick, not alone
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| You said if you could only get through life
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| Without one opinion, you’d be fine
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| Eating was for the very involved
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| Your voice were the worst of all
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| Now you’re free as the ferry out of Galveston
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| Eavesdropping on the competition
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| You had the idea of a cave
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| Where no one could hear you rant and rave
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| A good place for an insect
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| By God, I didn’t know what to expect
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| New ideas crawled in to undermine
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| You gave them a piece of your mind
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| To be free, you paid the ransom
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| Eavesdropping on the competition
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| Our competition
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| I don’t mean to make fun
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| I ain’t making light
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| The introduction
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| Of a gun
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| You’re more bark than bite
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| The ideas turned into pacts
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| There wasn’t even time to react
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| I signed my name on the dotted line
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| By God, it’s nobody’s fault but mine
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| Fingers crossed behind
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| I shoulda bought that hex potion from that guy
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| Now tell me, where can I run?
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| Eavesdropping on the competition |