| With hands in the air you look like the girl at the fair with the bubbly eyes.
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| stonewashed shoe pulling at a rock but the rock don’t compromise,
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| come up to me say why are you so skinny and pretty for a boy?,
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| said thanks for the insults and compliments
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| you’ll never forget my face no more
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| i can’t hardly reach you and i know it’s getting harder to be you.
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| so i’ll be dropping you where nobody knows,
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| city ought to take you,
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| it would take a little second to break you
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| so i’ll be dropping you where nobody knows,
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| i’ll be dropping you where nobody knows.
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| looking pretty keen sitting on a swing,
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| That don’t mean a thing at all,
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| heals on my feet,
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| are barkin like a pack of dogs,
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| siccin' on a coon in a stall.
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| Take it for your word,
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| take it for a ride,
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| take it for the evening dead or alive,
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| warming up the car packing as the pilots play.
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| I can’t hardly reach you and i know it’s getting harder to be you,
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| so i’ll be dropping you where nobody knows,
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| city ought to take you,
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| it would take a little second to break you,
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| so i’ll be dropping you where nobody knows,
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| I’ll be dropping you where nobody knows… Jessica…
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| Head like a stone,
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| stoned like a rock,
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| cloggin' up your nose again,
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| Papa’s a searching,
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| devil is a knocking,
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| chills runnin' up my skin,
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| here goes now |