A hot sticky ... in the after-noon
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We love coming in on the 4th of june
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Under a red sky, eyes setting on
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We were going nowhere, nowhere like home
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[Chorus]
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And I'm sitting in the middle of the wrong place
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With a drink in my hand and alarmed face
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Keeping track of all the hours that I can't sleep
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In the dark flippin channels on the tv
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I'm still hoping that there's something more
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Bless your heart child, ain't that the truth?
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You don't miss it much till you cut it loose
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It wasn't long before I refelt
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Threw all our money down the wishing well
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[Chorus] x 2
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And I'm sitting in the middle of the wrong place
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With a drink in my hand and alarmed face
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Keeping track of all the hours that I can't sleep
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In the dark flippin channels on the tv
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I'm still hoping that there's something more
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I'm still hoping that there's something more.
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Something More
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| Kim Richey |
