Indian...Indiana
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Hours early, money burns holes in my pockets
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One foot after the other, a ring
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A phonecall from my mother
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"I know what was making me sick" said my mom
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From across the country
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And there's no delaying our voice from a thousand miles away
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Though I wish there was
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Just wait till i get home mom
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And I'll show that sickness in your stomach
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Who's boss mom
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Don't worry about me
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She said "Don't come home, finally living your dream now"
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Phone falls into my pocket
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My lungs feel the weight of the world now
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"I know what was making me sick" said my mom
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From across the country
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And there's no delaying our voices from a thousand miles away
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Though I wish there was
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Just wait till i get home mom
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And I'll show that sickness in your stomach
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Who's boss mom
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Tell Me Where It Hurts
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| Feeling Left Out |
