| I’m walking under the Lone Star
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| Along the rocks and the shiny black water
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| At the end of a pier a woman is alone, hands folded, praying
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| I left her alone, I didn’t feel comfortable staying
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| Inside of all of us, this pain, we pity ourselves
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| Boo fuckin' hoo
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| Well guess what, you fucking asshole?
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| It ain’t all about you
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| There are people in this world who have dead children
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| They’re deeply grieving
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| So quit your bitching, you poor little minor victim
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| That woman on the pier was suffering something heavy
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| Her eyes were drippin' with tears
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| I’m 49 years old and let me tell you something
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| I’m intuitive, my dear
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| I gave her space, and in my throat was a lump
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| And I watched her from a nearby secluded place for an hour and a half and made
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| sure she didn’t jump
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| Cars beating down the Carquinez Bridge
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| Shit coming out the smokestack
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| Trains coming down the train tracks
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| Starbucks on my walk back
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| Cars beating down the Carquinez Bridge
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| Shit coming out the smokestack
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| Trains coming down the train tracks
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| Starbucks on my walk back
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| Planted some cacti by the picnic table
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| Where the little grey cat is cutely cradled
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| And the orange California poppy
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| Sniffing the euphoric scent of the Eucalyptics tree
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| Walked past the 7−11 I went to the taco truck
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| Sunny California day, no rain in April, good luck
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| Pet my two favorite cats, they’re so cute in their usual tucked away spaces
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| They’re so cute, I want to eat their faces
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| This part of the song sounds like a beautiful Cameron Crowe film score
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| Jimmy Page-influenced, or a Nancy Wilson
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| All three artists whom I deeply adore
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| One December under the Christmas tree
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| Heart’s Dream Boat Annie and Led Zeppelin III
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| That’s the way it ought to be
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| That’s the way it ought to be
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| I was banned by a church leader from playing a city in the state of Texas
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| Said he heard from this dude that they read that I was sexist
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| I said guess what, San Antonio, Texas?
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| I still love you, you Jack Johnson-born and bred state of the country,
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| very best barbecue
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| Gonna ban me from San Antonio? |
| No you don’t
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| I’m gonna be back and play a show and get me some tacos
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| At Rosario’s
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| And North Carolina, let me tell you something
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| I reiterate, you take the cake
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| For the most beautiful of all hillbilly states
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| But you won’t let a transgender use a bathroom of their choice?
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| What kind of bullshit is that, you good old hillbilly boys
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| Gonna play a show in Chapel Hill next year, you’ll see
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| And all transgenders are invited, I’m gonna let them get in for free
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| And they can use the men’s bathroom in the venue if they used to be a girl
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| And they can use the women’s bathroom in the venue if they used to be a boy
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| What the fuck is it to you
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| They’re worthy of dignity and respect and use of any goddamn toilet
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| Why are you fucking wearing that shit? |
| (fuck!)
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| Why are you fucking wearing that shit? |
| (fuck!)
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| Why are you fucking wearing that shit? |
| (fuck!)
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| Why are you fucking wearing that shit? |
| (fuck!)
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| Why are you fucking wearing that shit? |
| (fuck!)
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| Why are you fucking wearing that shit? |
| (fuck!)
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| Why are you fucking wearing that shit? |
| (fuck!)
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| Why are you fucking wearing that shit? |
| (fuck!)
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| Got me some friends over there and they’re good smart hillbillies
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| Billy and Chucky and Kimmy and Bobby and Becky
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| They don’t support this transgender law
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| They’ll be driving to my show in Chapel Hill from Asheville
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| I’m from Ohio and therefore I’m a hick
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| Call me one, and I won’t be offended by it
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| Hicks and hillbillies, unite and get along
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| Rednecks, bury your axe with transgenders and be strong
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| Rednecks, bury the axe with transgenders and be strong
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| Rednecks, bury the axe with transgenders and sing along
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| Rednecks, lighten up and amend transgender law
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| Rednecks, lighten up and amend transgender law
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| Rednecks, lighten up and amend transgender law
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| Rednecks, lighten up and amend transgender law
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| Rednecks, lighten up and amend transgender law
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| Rednecks, lighten up and amend transgender law
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| Rednecks, lighten up and amend transgender law
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| Rednecks, lighten up and amend transgender law
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| When Donald Trump becomes president
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| Blame it on Facebook, Yelp and reality TV |
| And Twitter and Uber and Google and video games and every other thing that has
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| turned this country
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| Into a bunch of dumbed-down slaves of technology
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| We wanted dumb headlines, well baby, we got it
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| We wanted instant gratification, right well baby, we got it
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| We wanted stupid entertainment, baby, we asked for it
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| This dumb motherfucker will be on the news every fucking day
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| And we willed it
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| He is a hundred percent full-on our creation
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| He is proof that we choose apps over education
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| He is proof of our mind-numbing Internet obsession
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| He’s the result of our dumb-fuck-starin'-at-our-phones attention span
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| limitations
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| People sittin' around hatin' on Donald Trump
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| We can’t face it, but we asked for this junk
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| Not directly, but we fail to see
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| How our stupidity willed him into candidacy
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| Go ahead and take your smartphone out
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| Send a tweet to the world and pout pout pout
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| We planted the seed, and it’s come to its fruition
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| Make no mistake, Donald Trump is our creation
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| Go ahead and have your 'Oh my fucking God' reaction
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| When he’s elected, threaten to move to Vancouver, Canada, or Athens, Greece
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| As George Carlin said one night, «I believe you have to be asleep
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| To believe in the American Dream»
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| So all of us zone the fuck out a minute, get some popcorn, watch some Trump
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| Check your Facebook and keep up with the Kardashians |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lone Star , by - Sun Kil Moon. Song from the album Common As Light And Love Are Red Valleys Of Blood, in the genre Инди