the roof is leaking rust
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disintegrates and dust
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I shot a man on Sunday
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now I'm a fugitive on Monday
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yeah, oh we're
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in the dry
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the sheriff on my trail
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to escort me to jail
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with bloodhounds fat and unhealthy
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I may be cornered but I'm wealthy
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yeah, oh we're
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in the dry
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yeah, oh we're
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in the dry
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I rise to meet my rivals
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they shoot me with their rifles
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now I'm lying by a pool
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on a blanket, moist and cool
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yeah, oh we're
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in the dry
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yeah, oh we're
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in the dry
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in the dry
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In The Dry
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Sparklehorse |