Let it be printed, let it be known
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I¡¯m leaving you, I¡¯m going home
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And all you can do is just watch me go
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I¡¯ve put you down, talked you up
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Defended your honor
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and then packed in and picked it up
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When all you can do is just watch me go
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From the Eastern seaboard,
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The land-locks Mid-west
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The keys, the Alps, the Blackhills and Budapest
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With my heart in a sling tail,
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Between my legs are swinging
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I¡¯m sorry for leaving
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But when The palm trees bow their heads
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No matter how wrong I¡¯ve been
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LA, you always let me back in
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And you can bury me
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When my body breaks
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In the earth that created me in the Golden state
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By my momma and her brother, and her momma too
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Cause I had a dream I was carried on backs of a thousand green birds
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And they carried me to a place without words
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And there was nothing, but there was everything
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And it sounded like this
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But when The palm trees bow their heads
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No matter how cruel I¡¯ve been
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LA, you always let me back in
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And when the ?alm trees bow their heads
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No matter how cruel I¡¯ve been
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LA, you always let me back in, in
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Oh back in, in, oh back in, in,
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Let Me Back In
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Rilo Kiley |