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Little King |
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you grew up a mile from my town |
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and I never thought to write it down |
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raking the autumn leaves |
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and hoping for some pretty company |
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I was always packing a suitcase in the dark |
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In my mind a highway to the western spark |
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only an overpass |
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over the hills of dusty grass |
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And I would have taken all your rifles |
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And I would have taken all your bibles |
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And I would have taken all your rifles |
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for a ride |
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Little King I swear |
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that this is not a dream |
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I read that this is what it should be |
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in a magazine |
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sun of the broken down |
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daughter of a love and prison town |
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and I would have taken all your rifles |
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and I would have taken all your bibles |
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and I would have taken all your rifles |
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for a ride |
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We can drink whiskey or sit inside the car |
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and listen to the silence of the stars |
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only an overpass |
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sprung from hills of broken glass |
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many lands of sorrow |
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and wishing for tomorrow |
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make me your sweethearted lady |
