(Cummings/Winter/Kale)
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Lookin¡¯ through a pair of sad eyes
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Never feelin¡¯ glad eyes
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Wantin¡¯ things they never had eyes
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In the middle of up stream
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Want the pictures in the green frame
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Reputation with a clean name
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Sing a tune without the dream fame
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For a hundred maybe two
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So smoke big factory
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Now they¡¯re blowin¡¯ up the islands
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And they¡¯re shootin¡¯ in the highlands
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Soon I know they¡¯ll be on my lands
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¡®Tis a bitter tale for true
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So smoke big factory
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Smoke Big Factory
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