| Kenny and Linda on the way to Chelan
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| Transmission’s shot, no back up plan
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| Will they hitch a ride?
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| Or get into a fight?
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| Moved to the West Coast, packed up their things
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| The winters are gray, now so are the dreams
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| They tried
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| To make it all right
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| All our little wishes have run dry
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| Made it to the water, waded in the lies
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| When we felt the heat
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| Couldn’t turn it into fire
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| Too caught up in our own desires
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| Said I do in the month of May
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| Said I don’t just the very next day
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| Will they try again?
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| Or is it doom for them?
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| Moved to a city where hippies run wild
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| Everything’s white
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| Now so are the smiles
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| They tried to fight the good fight
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| All our little wishes have run dry
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| Made it to the water, waded in the lies
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| When we felt the heat
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| Couldn’t turn it into fire
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| Too caught up in our own desires
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| We’re spilt right in half
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| It’s making me crazy
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| A two-headed brat
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| Tied to the other for life
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| It’s a family feud
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| The red and the blue now
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| It’s truth against truth
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| I’ll see you in hell
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| I don’t mind, I don’t mind
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| All our little wishes have run dry
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| Made it to the water, waded in the lies
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| When we felt the heat
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| Couldn’t turn it into fire
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| Too caught up in our own desires |