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Well-dressed, but walking |
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in the wrong direction. |
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Louisiana |
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my disordered road always |
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led straight back into you. |
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Ha ha ha! Goes the train. |
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I wanted to leave |
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but here I am again. |
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Louisiana! |
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I don't remember I don't remember |
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ever shaking hands with You-Know-Who |
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When I was alive I lived despite the law |
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Now the law has buried me many many times. |
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It's built a freeway all around my bed. |
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I saw it once open its great mouth wide. |
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But it was so full of afflicted houses and buildings, |
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I can't remember what it was saying. |
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Well-dressed, well |
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Some of us are, |
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that is the ones who know how that is. |
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Some of us are, |
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that is the ones who know how that is (that is that is). |
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I read about you and came home to find my mother |
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staring deep into the dark dark web. |
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She's begging me not to give my |
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Social Security number to anybody else |
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There goes the sound of the freeway |
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Ha ha ha ha ha goes the train |
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Well-dressed but |
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walking in, walking in |
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I don't wanna go back |
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Do do dodo dodo |
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do dodo dodo |
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do dodo dodoo |
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Do do dodo dodo |
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do dodo dodo |
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do dodo dodoo |
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Do do dodo dodo |
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do dodo dodo |
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do dodo dodoo |
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Do do dodo dodo |
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do dodo dodo |
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do dodo dodoo |
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Do do dodo dodo |
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do dodo dodo |
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do dodo dodoo |
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Do do dodo dodo |
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do dodo dodo |
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do dodo dodoo |
