| I was an Indiana kid, getting no one in my bed
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| I had your sweet tunes to play
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| I was staring at the map, feeling fire in my head
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| I had your sweet tunes to play
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| I was mean to my dad, cause I was mean to myself
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| I had your sweet tunes to play
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| Stealing smokes in my car, with the window way down
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| I had your sweet tunes to play
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| Your sweet tunes to play
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| I was sitting in the bath, cleaning off the ash
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| I had your sweet tunes to play
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| And I hated all my friends, and wouldn’t let them in
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| I had your sweet tunes to play
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| On a long desert train, with a knife in my bag
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| I had your sweet tunes to play
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| Under the Market Street Bridge, burning one in my hand
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| I had your sweet tunes to play
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| Your sweet tunes to play
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| Now it’s hard to hear you sing, the crow has lost his wings
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| I got your sweet tunes to play
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| I’m getting older everyday, still living the same mistakes
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| I got your sweet tunes to play
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| Either get out or stay in, I won’t let these dark times win
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| We got your sweet tunes to play
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| Your sweet tunes to play |