| Hard to keep the windows up
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| When that radio’s burning it down
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| And I was thinking 'bout changing my luck
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| Before it all came back around
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| You know, it seems to me
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| That you’ve been feeling that way too
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| Now we all agree
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| That it’s all just coming unglued, yeah
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| There was a little lost rabbit he was chasing his tail
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| Through a high cotton field
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| It’s only gonna get better, said they won’t be leather
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| Who cares about how they feel?
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| Well I do
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| And I’m pretty sure that you do too
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| While they’re getting screwed
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| It’s all just coming unglued
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| For the birds of a feather that are singing to your soul
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| Every now and then,
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| When you’re stuck in a rabbit hole
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| Yeah, we all agree
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| That he don’t have a right
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| So aggressively
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| They’re gonna take it back alright, hey
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| Hard to keep the windows up
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| When that bj’s burning it down
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| And I was thinking 'bout changing my luck
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| Before it all came back around |