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White picket fences |
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Rather feel like prison sentences. |
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There's a black sky high above me. |
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At night I hear it calling out to me. |
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I can see my future laid out (before me now) |
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Nice and neat, they're burying me under |
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White picket fences |
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White picket fences |
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When the yellow moon shines on our faces |
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The coyotes trapped inside my skin are gnawing through their cages. |
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I gotta get out of this town |
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Before my feet dare grow roots into the ground. |
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I can see my future laid out (before me now) |
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Nice and neat, they're burying me under |
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White picket fences |
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White picket fences |
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(Break me out of this town) |
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(Bury me, bury me, bury me under) |
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Ohhh |
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Bury me, bury me, bury me under |
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I gotta get out of this town |
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Before my feet dare grow roots into the ground |
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White picket fences |
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White picket fences |
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White picket fences |
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White picket fences |
