| We met dragging Main at Spanish Fork
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| And he wasn't moving away from here, so it wasn't really—
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| And we could build a house here
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| But—
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| Hope'll set your eyes agleam
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| Like four feet dangling in the stream
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| But the Kingdom of God, it's a pressure machine
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| Every step, gotta keep it clean
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| A mattress on a hardwood floor
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| Who could ever ask for more?
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| I'll get up and cut the grass
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| Ain't nothing wrong with working class
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| I, I don't remember the last time you asked how I was
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| Don't you feel the time slipping away?
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| It ain't funny at all
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| It's gonna break your heart one day
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| Keep the debt cloud off the kids
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| Only sunshine on their lids
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| Jiminy Cricket and Power Wheels
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| And memories of Happy Meals
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| Sometimes, I look at the stars
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| And think about how small we are
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| Sweating it out in the pressure machine
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| Good 'til the last drop
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| Why don't you say little things?
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| Butterflies don't just dance on a string
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| It feels like you clipped all their wings
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| And every year goes by faster than the one before
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| We've had that treadmill now for months
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| I think she might've used it once
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| If I shut my mouth and keep the peace
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| She'll cook my eggs in bacon grease
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| Life'll grow you a big red rose
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| Then rip it from beneath your nose
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| Run it through the pressure machine
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| And spit you out a name tag memory |