| Well, I been dealing with my situation
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| Gonna hustle on down to the station
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| Hop on an old freight-liner
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| Blow my whistle until I run out of line, line
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| Well, I been dealing with my situation
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| Feel I need some kind of vacation
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| I think I’ll go on down across the border
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| Drink tequila and smoke marijuana
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| 'til I’m high, high
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| Well, I been thinkin' 'bout the situation
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| How the world is full of frustration
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| As the president shits upon the nation
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| Wipes his ass with all denominations
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| Turns around and begs for donations
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| Ridin' on the back of the poor man
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| Sellin' him lies, lies
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| Maybe the loser now will always win
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| Maybe there’s still a chance for love again
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| After all we’ve been through in the end
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| We’re all waitin' in the same station
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| We’re all standin' in the same situation
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| I think I’ll go and saddle up my pony
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| Ride on over to the one and only
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| Bar in town that never gets lonely
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| Sad, or blue, so you can sing to the mornin'
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| Light, sing to the mornin' light
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| Maybe the loser now will always win
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| Maybe there’s still a chance for love again
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| After all we’ve been through in the end
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| We’re all waitin' in the same station
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| We’re all standin' in the same situation |