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There's a pack of rabid dogs |
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Pawing at my front door |
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There's a pack of rabid dogs |
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Pawing at my front door |
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There's a swarm of yellowjackets |
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Pounding against my window pane |
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There's a swarm of yellowjackets |
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Pounding against my window pane |
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Well, how's it gonna be |
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How's it gonna be yeah |
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How's it gonna be |
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How's it gonna be yeah |
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All the pictures on the wall |
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Have fallen to the ground |
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The trees bowing to the grass |
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In a silent hurricane |
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When the landlord calls |
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Mother Nature's come to arms |
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She's in a fighting mood |
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Greta's got a gun |
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This ain't no flowerchild |
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How's it gonna be |
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How's it gonna be yeah |
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How's it gonna be |
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How's it gonna be yeah |
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All the pictures on the wall |
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Have fallen to the ground |
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The trees bowing to the grass |
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In a silent hurricane |
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When the landlord calls |
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Mother Nature's come to arms |
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She's in a fighting mood |
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Greta's got a gun |
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This ain't no flowerchild |
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How's it gonna be |
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How's it gonna be yeah |
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How's it gonna be |
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How's it gonna be yeah |
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There's a pack of rabid dogs |
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Pawing at my front door |
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There's a pack of rabid dogs |
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Pawing at my front door |
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There's a swarm of yellowjackets |
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Pounding against my window pane |
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There's a big ol' brama bull |
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Busting up my shotgun shack |
