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Tires burnin' in the backyard |
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smoke risin' on the plains |
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girl's singing that stupid song again |
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the thunder makes an awful din |
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street fills in like a tomb |
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folks seek shelter |
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but there's no room |
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I had a dream too big for the world |
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get me out of here |
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take me to the edge of town |
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to the underground |
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it can't be that far |
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get me out of here |
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doesn't matter where |
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I don't care |
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anywhere but here |
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the food lines wind and shiver and shake |
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what's it gonna take to get by |
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and this weave of events |
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fools attribute to fate is like calling bones meat |
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'cause they're on your plate |
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it's just a lie |
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I shot an arrow into the dark |
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I shot an arrow that missed its mark |
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I shot an arrow! |