At my nan's I wasn't thinking
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over boiled beans and chicken
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Something cool fell in my juice cup
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sudden I could lie and make stuff up
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Is that why
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my future's so bright?
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So strap in and go
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the backyard rock show
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When all city folk got southern
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paint my face up with my brother
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Uncle choked and started shaking
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over whiskey, eggs and bacon
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Is that why
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our nights look so bright?
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So strap in and go
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Backyard rock show.
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Minor Byrd
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You Am I |