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Some folks look for trouble, |
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Some look for belief |
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Baby, you look for Jesus |
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I look for relief |
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Used to talk about the weather, |
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Used to say it all looks fine |
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Now we never hang together, |
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Now you're never on my mind |
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No! |
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Spinning around in circles, |
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Cut it up in squares |
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Ask me if I love you baby, |
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Ask me if I care |
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You think it's a joke or something |
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I think that it's all a drag |
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You say it's in the pocket |
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Can't be let out of the bag |
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I go north, the sun it hurts my eyes |
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But I don't really care, they're all drowning down here |
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So I will disappear |
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Trials and tribulations |
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Face us every day |
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Baby, you used to talk too much, |
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Now you don't have much to say |
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Throw it out and say it's fortune |
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Throw it out and say it's luck |
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Tell me that it's all intention, |
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Ask me if I give a fuck |
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I don't |
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You think that I'm stupid, |
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I think that I'm cool |
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Haul you back to Texas baby, |
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Send you back to school |
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Last thing that I need is a mustang, |
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Last thing that I need is a tan |
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I'm gonna get myself up north, |
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Find out who the hell I am |
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I go north, the sun it hurts my eyes |
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But I don't really care, they're all drowning down here |
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So I will disappear, I will disappear |
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Find my way up north, find out what I'm worth |
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Try and understand, just how big I am |
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Some say I am stupid baby, |
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I think that I'm cool |
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Haul you back to Guadalajara, |
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You can send me back to school |
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Last thing that I need is a mustang, |
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Last thing that I need is a tan |
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I'm gonna get myself up north, |
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Find out who the hell I am |
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I go north, the sun it hurts my eyes |
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But I don't really care, they're all drowning down here |
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So I will disappear, I will disappear |
