| Rural wild
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| Homes with pastel doors
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| And I want to go inside but I’m rushing to the shore
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| To see the waves before it gets too dark
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| To see the waves before it gets too dark
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| And people that I’ll never meet
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| Have been showing up naked in my dreams
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| And I try to close my eyes but I really want to see
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| Their breasts like eyes are staring back at me
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| Their breasts like eyes are staring back at me
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| And oh my manger lights when it is blacked
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| And oh the danger comes when I am called
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| And I’m always getting calls
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| The hair that’s in my shower drain
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| Has been clogging up my home
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| And I try to scoop it up but I retch until I’m stuck
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| To stare and gag into a dixie cup
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| To stare and gag into a dixie cup
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| And oh my manger lights when in the snow
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| And oh the danger is when I have to go
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| And I’ve always gotta go |