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Well i could be a boy |
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Without hair in the country |
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Relaxed and wild |
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Running down by the creek |
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Catching those crayfish |
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And being kinda frightened |
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But mostly just in awe |
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Of them mighty crab claws |
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(now i'm glad i do) |
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I've wasted |
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(the way that we're leaving the way that we go) |
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All my free time |
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(our lives are better left to chance) |
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And i've worried |
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(...pain that... I had to miss the dance) |
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Just as most kids are of my age |
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I could be home |
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With a beer and a movie |
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Straighten my back |
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And raping my lungs |
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While completely maintaining |
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My absoloute innocence |
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My absolute innocence at all times |
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And i looked at jewelry |
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(now i'm glad i do) |
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For your little finger |
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(the way that we're leaving the way that we go) |
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It's so skinny |
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(our lives are better left to chance) |
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I can hardly believe you |
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(...pain that... I had to miss the dance) |
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I could be standing |
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For what seems like hours |
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Shifting my weight |
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From one foot to another |
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While watching live music |
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With the earplugs on |
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Our nice conversation |
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Is becoming quite loud |
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And i'm weary |
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(now i'm glad...) |
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Of your ugly pop culture |
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(the way that we're leaving the way that we go) |
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You're so pretty |
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(our lives are better left to chance) |
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Standing beside the desk |
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(...pain that... I had to miss the dance) |
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And i could be sitting |
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By the telephone tomorrow |
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To receive a call |
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By the overweight garth brooks |
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Who would then try to offer me |
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Like a hundred thousand dollars |
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Just for me to go the fuck away |
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And he's waiting |
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For my kind of reply |
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I am serious |
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I couldn't leave you if i tried |