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I don't know if you've been told |
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If this old place is bought or sold |
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But I'm here now and now its mine |
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It's not much but it suits me fine |
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Call me thief or call me bum |
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It's squatter's rights where |
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I come from |
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Don't show your face don't dark my door |
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Or you'll find out what |
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I'm famous for |
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I'm not from here, |
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I don't care |
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You can go to hell while |
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I comb my hair |
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I might be right, |
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I might be wrong |
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Just listen to the words of my goddamn song |
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Call me snake or call me rat |
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Its squatter's rights from where |
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I'm at Don't show your face, don't dark my door |
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Or you'll find out what |
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I'm famous for |
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So stay the hell off my new land |
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While I pick my teeth and shoot tin cans |
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I'll be sittin' right out here |
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Workin' on my tan and drinkin' my beer |
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You can call my mother nasty names |
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It's squatter's rights from where she came |
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Don't show your face, don't dark my door |
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Or you'll find out what |
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I'm famous for |
