We've been careful of what we wished for
For so
Your eyes are small
You'll never make everyone love your
I head South with all my countrymen
To build houses
While you carve up the children
I'll be combing the
Every time I reach into my pocket
I find your
I think they're pumping me for information
"Give it up,
Tonight it's on
So grab your loaded gun
Hurry while
I think that living here is gonna be bad for
All we wanted was to make you dance
And all we
Your eyes are small
You’ll never make everyone love your hometown
A
all these faces
all want something from me
they all have cars
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