| Uh huh
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| I had a load in the dryer, I was waitin at the laudrymat
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| Sittin on top of a washin machine
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| I could hear the sound of a quarter tumblin round
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| I’d left in the pocket of my dirty blue jeans
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| I reached in just to pull it out
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| Never thinkin how it’d burn my hand
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| It rolled over by the payphone
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| Ain’t it funny where it chose to land
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| Maybe it’s a sign, maybe I should call
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| To see if everything’s alright back in Omaha
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| Maybe you were right, maybe I’m to blame
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| Maybe if I try real hard baby I can change
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| I could do what you say and just grow up
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| It might be worth a shot
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| But then again, maybe not
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| I gathered up my clothes, I didn’t even fold 'em
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| Just stuffed 'em into a pillowcase
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| I threw 'em in the back seat, jumped in the car
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| Headed on out to the interstate
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| I turned on the radio
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| How’d they know to play our favorite song?
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| It nearly freaked me out
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| To hear it on every station I turned on
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| Maybe it’s a sign, maybe I should call
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| To see if everything’s alright back in Omaha
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| Maybe you were right, maybe I’m to blame
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| Maybe if I try real hard baby I can change
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| I could do what you say and just grow up
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| It might be worth a shot
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| But then again, maybe not
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| Oh baby, whoa baby
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| Maybe not
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| Maybe it’s a sign, maybe I should call
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| To see if everything’s alright back in Omaha
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| Maybe you were right, maybe I’m to blame
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| Maybe if I try real hard baby I can change
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| I could do what you say and just grow up
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| It might be worth a shot
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| But then again
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| But then again, maybe not
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| Oh baby, whoa baby
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| Maybe not
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| Oh oh oh baby
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| Maybe not |