| From The Railyard to The Rainbow
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| We’ve assembled a posse
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| Assembled a crew
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| Through stereotypes and lies
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| We’ll turn tens into ones
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| And everyone except myself will know
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| Everyone except myself will know
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| Well, here’s a perfect scene
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| An eavesdropping local
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| A corner, a point between sobriety and insanity
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| Where visitors have fought the liquor of your thoughts
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| Oh, you chew like a champ
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| You’ll sour your story through dental work you’ve lost
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| Dental work you’ve lost
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| Dental work you’ve lost
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| Oh, you chew like a champ
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| You’ll sour your story through barbed wire you’ve stamped
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| With feet we have found
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| In your homeland’s hands
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| I chew like a champ
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| I’ll spit back what you spit at me
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| Through barbed wire we’ve stamped
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| With feet we have found
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| In your homeland’s hands
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| And everyone except myself will know
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| Everyone except myself will know |