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State trooper thinks I drive too fast |
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Pulled me over to tell me so |
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I say out here on the prarie |
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Any speed is too slow |
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I miss brooklyn I miss my crew |
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Let's start over |
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I missed my cue |
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Guess I just forgot |
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Who I was talking to |
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I should have recognized |
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That fierce look in his eyes |
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I've seen it in the mirror |
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So many times |
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He's going to put his two cents in |
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'Cause he's got a gun |
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But I'm gonna put in three |
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'Cause history owes me one |
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Guess I came out here to see some |
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Stuff for myself |
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I mean, why leave the telling |
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Up to everybody else |
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This may be god's country |
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But it's my country too |
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Move over Mr. holiness |
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And let the little people through |
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Thank you for serving and protecting |
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The likes of me |
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Thank you for the ticket |
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Now can I leave? |
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You know I have left everywhere |
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I have ever been |
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I don't really recommend it |
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Though not like anyone asked me |
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Maybe you and I |
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Will meet again someday |
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I've been known to |
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Come down this road |
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Call it destiny |
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And then again |
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Maybe not |
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I don't know |
