You know, the sun is in your eyes
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And hurricanes and rain
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And black and cloudy skies
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You're running up and down that hill
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You turn it on and off at will
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There's nothing here to thrill, or bring you down
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And if you've got no other choice
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You know you can follow my voice
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Through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town
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Oh, Lady Luck has led you here
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And they're so twisted up
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They'll twist you up I fear
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The pious, hateful, and devout
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You're turning tricks 'til you're turned out
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The wind so cold it burns
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You're burning out, blowing round
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And if you've got no other choice
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You know you can follow my voice
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Through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town
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Oh Oh, Oh Oh
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The fates are vicious and they're cruel
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You learn too late you've used two wishes like a fool
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And then you're someone you are not
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And Junction City ain't the spot
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Remember Mrs. Lot and when she turned around
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And if you've got no other choice
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You know you can follow my voice
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Through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town
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Wicked Little Town
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| The Breeders |
