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I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi |
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My boyfriend blows a boozy goodbye kiss |
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I see flying squirrels and nightmares of stigmata |
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Then awakening to find my Trans-Am gone |
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Still I'm feeling pretty good about the future |
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Oh everything is peaches but the cream |
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I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi |
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Where things is always better than they seem |
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Things is always better than they seem |
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Things is always better than they seem |
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I see the guitar that my sister played in prison |
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Floating with the TV in the swimming pool |
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I'm calling for the owner of the motel |
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And then noticing the bloodstain on the door |
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I'm reachin' for my high heels 'neath the bushes |
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Uh just in time to hear the sirens sing |
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I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi |
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Where things is always better than they seem |
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Things is always better than they seem |
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Things is always better than they seem |
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My go-go boots are missing |
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My go-go boots are missing |
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I guess I won't be kissing |
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The boy |
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Who loved those boots |
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You know freedom's just a stupid superstition |
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'Cause life's a highway that you travel blind |
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It's true that having fun's a terminal addiction |
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What good is happiness when it's just a state of mind |
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For in the prison of perpetual emotion |
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We're all shackled to the millstone of our dreams |
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Me I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi |
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Where things are always better than they seem |
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Things is always better than they seem |
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Things is always better than they seem |
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I'm feeling pretty good about the future |
