| Six-lane highway running up to my back door
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| But it won’t take me where I want to be
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| I took the I-95 down to Pensacola
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| All I found was a bunch of holyrollers
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| The don’t know nothing about saving me I swear they’re out there,
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| I swear, I swear they’re out there,
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| I swear, I swear they’re out there,
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| I swear, maybe angels, maybe angels
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| Down here I feel like a citizen of nowhere
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| My bag’s all packed in case they ever come for me Got a hundred stories and tabloid lies
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| Got witnesses to what the government denies
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| So I’m headed down to Roswell to wait and see
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| Oh what a mystery
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| Oh, I believe, I believe, I could leave
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| My sister, she says she knows Elvis
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| She knows Jesus, John Lennon, and Cobain personally
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| Well, but I’m too wise to believe my eyes
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| Cause all I’ve seen just terrifies me But I believe they’re coming back for me |