| They broke into you car last night
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| Took the stereo
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| Now you say you don’t know why
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| You even live there anymore
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| The garage man didn’t see a thing
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| So you guess it was an inside job
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| You made a reservation
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| Table for three
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| Said you had to wait
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| Somebody must’ve bribed the maitre d
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| The boss got mad
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| And he blamed it all on you
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| The food was bad
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| And the deal fell through
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| Out here in the middle
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| You can park it on the street
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| You step up to the counter
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| You nearly always get a seat
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| Nobody steals
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| Nobody cheats
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| Wish you were here, my love
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| Wish you were here, my love
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| We got tractor pulls and Red Man chew
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| Corporate relo-refugees that need love too
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| And we ain’t seen Elvis
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| In a year or two
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| We got justification for wealth and greed
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| Amber waves of grain and bathtub speed
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| Now we even got Starbucks
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| What else you need
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| Out here in the middle
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| Where the centers on the right
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| And the ghost of William Jennings Bryan preaches every night
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| To save the lonely souls
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| In the dashboard light
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| Wish you were here, my love
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| Wish you were here, my love
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| Out here in the middle
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| Where the buffalo roam
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| We’re puttin' up towers
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| For your cell phones
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| And we screen all applicants
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| With a fine-tooth comb
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| Wish you were here, my love
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| Wish you were here, my love
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| Wish you were here, my love |