| I’m handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi
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| My girlfriend blows a boozy good-bye kiss
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| I see flying squirrels and nightmares of stigmata
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| Then awakening to find my Trans-Am gone
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| Still, I’m feeling pretty good about the future
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| Yeah, everything is peaches but the cream
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| I’m handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi
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| Where things is always better than they seem
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| Things is always better than they seem
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| I see the guitar that my cousin played in prison
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| Floating with the tv in the swimming pool
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| I’m calling for the owner of the motel
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| Then noticing the bloodstain on the door
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| I’m reaching for the shoes under the bushes
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| Just in time to hear the sirens sing
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| I’m handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi
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| Where things is always better than they seem
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| Things is always better than they seem
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| You know freedom’s just a stupid superstition
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| 'cause life’s a highway that you travel blind
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| It’s true that having fun’s a terminal addiction
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| What good is happiness, when it’s just a state of mind?
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| For in the prison of perpetual emotion
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| We’re all shackled to the millstone of our dreams
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| Me, I’m handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi
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| Where things is always better than they seem
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| Things are always better than they seem |