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If you should change your mind |
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Please leave the key beneath the mat |
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And as for me I'm stepping |
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Out with these walls to a land that enthralls |
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A land where a man can realize his dreams |
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I took my place in a fast moving queue |
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Walked up the gangplank and winked at the crew |
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And now I'm bound for pastures new |
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Texas, down in Texas |
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Now I'm reelin' in the drunken sun |
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I jumped on the back of a Cadillac |
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I said I guess I'm a lucky son of a gun |
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You write occasionally |
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In such a perfunctory style |
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Despite myself I always |
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Smile while remembering our glorious past |
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I guess we both knew it was too good to last |
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I once wrote a song though the words didn't scan |
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You still insisted that you were a fan |
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But you were so much younger then |
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Texas, down in Texas |
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Now I'm reelin' in the drunken sun |
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I jumped on the back of a Cadillac |
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I said I guess I'm a lucky son of a gun |
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Texas, down in Texas |
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Now I'm reelin' in the drunken sun |
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I jumped on the back of a Cadillac |
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I said I guess I'm a lucky son of a gun |