I don't care to say what
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I failed to recognize
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Every single day from the poker to the prize
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Running out of Springfield
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I worked for the Capitol Air, in the bags
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Found a woman there who said
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she had a mind to make
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me a messenger man
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If my father took his life
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for the national plan, I don't care
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I'm not about to stick my grave with an
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apron and a bucket of plans, never ever
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I can take the pillow cases
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off the yellow pillows,
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make a property line from the bed
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In the living room, the living room,
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the morning papers made the most
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out of nothing at all
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So we took the room
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with a view of the runaway
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I took off my clothes,
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and she took it for a holiday
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I was taken for all the things
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that I never had before
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Running out of Springfield
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she left me with a note saying:
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"Bobby, don't look back."
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And if my wife took a bicycle ride
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with a knife in her hand
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I saw it coming
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All the shad-flies run at once
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with a trumpet or a train,
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oh I'm running from it
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Wait a minute, wait a minute,
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Give a minute, lady
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I can explain the aftershave
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Wait a minute, wait a minute,
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give a minute
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Bobby got a shad fly
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caught in his hair
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Springfield, Or Bobby Got A Shadfly Caught In His Hair
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| Sufjan Stevens |
