state trooper thinks I drive too fast
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pulled me over to tell me so
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I say out here on the prarie
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any speed is too slow
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I miss brooklyn I miss my crew
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let's start over
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I missed my cue
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guess I just forgot
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who I was talking to
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I should have recognized
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that fierce look in his eyes
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I've seen it in the mirror
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so many times
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he's going to put his two cents in
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'cause he's got a gun
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but I'm gonna put in three
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'cause history owes me one
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guess I came out here to see some
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stuff for myself
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I mean, why leave the telling
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up to everybody else
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this may be god's country
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but it's my country too
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move over mr. holiness
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and let the little people through
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thank you for serving and protecting
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the likes of me
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thank you for the ticket
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now can I leave?
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you know I have left everywhere
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I have ever been
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I don't really recommend it
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though not like anyone asked me
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maybe you and I
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will meet again someday
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I've been known to
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come down this road
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call it destiny
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and then again
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maybe not
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I don't know
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God's Country
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Ani DiFranco |