| So richer those give me a call
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| From san Francisco waiting for
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| He said is gonna come
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| It is ever gonna take the island
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| As monument to the small box. |
| crowds
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| All it got to do is come along
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| You catch a bus tomorrow
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| And if we die a little
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| At least we make a choice
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| If we were fine there
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| We can tell. |
| light it the sand
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| Don’t matter you don’t care
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| Little bird in the. |
| worthless you are too scared
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| So clear my name and clear my throat
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| . |
| my voice and here we go again
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| Need a place to stay
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| . |
| on the straight from the. |
| shit
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| . |
| my car in the. |
| see what happens then
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| And if I die well at least I have made a choice
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| If I am fine here just please tell the boys
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| That a line in the sand don’t matter
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| Don’t matter you don’t care
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| Little bird in the. |
| worthless you are too scared
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| My friends keep calling
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| I don’t pick up
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| I have nothing to say that can’t make up anything
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| I got. |
| shit to do
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| I have turned you up on the radio
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| I turn around and seen a tv show I turn that up too
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| I remember when I knew you
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| And if I am gonna find you well I have made my choice
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| If I die here please just tell the boys
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| That a line in the sand don’t matter
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| Don’t matter you don’t care
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| Little bird in the. |
| worthless you are too scared
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| That a line in the sand don’t matter
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| Don’t matter you don’t care
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| Little bird in the. |
| worthless you are too scared |