| TALK:
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| Really really like we struggle
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| I mean we struggle with ourselves you know
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| Yeah
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| Big ol' struggle
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| You just struggle an' struggle until you struggle
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| Then you struggle
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| And there’s no such thing as struggle-
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| Far far down Arkansas
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| There lived a squatter with a stubborn jaw
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| His nose was droopy red and his whiskers grey
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| He could fiddle all the night and all the day (far far away)
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| Came a traveller down a road
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| Ask if he could find an inn
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| Can I find an inn
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| C’mon can I find an inn
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| Far far down Arkansas
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| Here come a government man talkin' to my pa
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| He told 'im uh, I gots to go to school
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| I gotta learn to be a gosh durn fool (far far away)
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| (far far away, far far away)
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| Far far down Arkansas
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| I was a squatter with a stubborn jaw (far far away)
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| My nose is droopy red an' my whiskers grey
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| Cause the magical mystery tour has taken me away
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| (Taken me away) taken me away
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| Far far down Arkansas
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| I was my mother I was my pa (raised a squatter)
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| A gov’ment man and a-whiskey still too
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| And everywhere I’m a-lookin' at you
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| Far far down Arkansas
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| Are you stubborn look at your droopin' jaw
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| Smile (aahh…) |