| Think I’ll sit out in the backyard
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| Watch the bats go flying around
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| I hope they eat all the mosquitoes
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| In this whole town
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| Because I’m getting eaten alive
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| That stuff from the corner store didn’t work
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| But the wine just goes down easy
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| And temporarily replaces the hurt
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| It’s night time on the East side
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| And I’m staring into darkened woods
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| And I’m hoping I hear rustling leaves
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| Or breaking sticks under the hooves
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| Oh, but the deer just aren’t running tonight
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| And if living was so damn easy
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| You’d get to Heaven doing half the work
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| But it’s a daunting thing, to thee I sing
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| You can’t get lower than when you’re in the dirt
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| So don’t worry where I’m going
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| I’ve got the moon to guide me sure
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| It turns the leaves shades of black and grey
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| Like a scene from To Kill A Mockingbird |