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The rain on the ground |
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The empty town |
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Nothing is left in the lost and found |
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Hot sun, buzzin' flies |
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Hurtin' head, squinty eyes |
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Look at me and how |
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I've doneShootin' tin cans with my daddy's old gun |
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And the army is strong |
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And the navy's at sea |
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As I sit on my porch and watch |
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TVHot sun, buzzin' flies |
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Hurtin' head, squinty eyes |
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Look at me and how |
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I've doneShootin' tin cans with my daddy's old gun |
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I'm too weak to fight |
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I can't get to sleep |
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The ocean outside is cold and deep |
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Hot sun, buzzin' flies |
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Hurtin' head, squinty eyes |
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Look at me and how |
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I've doneShootin' tin cans with my daddy's old gun |
