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Oh the snot has caked against my pants |
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It has turned into crystal |
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There's a bluebird sitting on a branch |
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I guess I'll take my pistol |
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I've got it in my hand |
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Because he's on my land |
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And so the story ended |
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Do you know it oh so well |
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Well should you need I'll tell you |
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The end, end, end, end, end, end, end, end |
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And |
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Yes I've seen you sitting on the couch |
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I recognize your artillery |
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I have seen you many times before |
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Once when I was an Indian |
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And I was on my land |
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Why can't you understand |
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And so the story ended |
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Do you know it oh so well |
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Or should you need I'll tell you |
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The end, end, end, end, end, end, end, end |
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And |
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Served my time, served it well |
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You made my soul sell |
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Write the rules in the sky |
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But ask your leaders why, why? |
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Oh the snot has caked against my pants |
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It has turned into crystal |
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There's a bluebird sitting on a branch |
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I guess I'll take my pistol |
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I've got it in my hand |
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Because he's on my land |
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And so the story ended |
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Do you know it oh so well |
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Oh should you need I'll tell you |
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The end, end, end, end, end, end, end, end |
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And |
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Served my time, served it well |
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You made my soul sell, sell |
