enjoy your summer in hell
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Nashville
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in a coupe deville
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I swear we drove through
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an oil spill
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and the shacks on the roadside
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trade hats for water jugs
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Tennessee
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in a beat up dart
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weeds roll it dark in these parts
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the lines on the road could screw like the steeple chase
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I don't want to go to jail
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I don't want to go to jail
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I don't want to go to jail
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and say I'm poor
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sound the alarm inside
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give me some time to hide
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ring the alarm
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ring the alarm
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sound the alarm inside
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You're rich
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you're rich
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you're a wealthy miser
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atop a hill of pennies, too high to find her
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and my love shines just like a golden tooth
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camomile for nerves of steel
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you mass market your mass appeal
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and the devil riding shotgun prays for summer in hell
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I don't want to go to jail
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I don't want to go to jail
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I don't want to go to jail
|
and say I'm poor
|
|
sound the alarm inside
|
give me some time to hide
|
ring the alarm
|
ring the alarm
|
sound the alarm inside
|
|
Nashville
|
in a coupe deville
|
I swear we drove through
|
an oil spill
|
and the shacks on the roadside
|
trade hats for water jugs
|
|
I don't want to go to jail
|
I don't want to go to jail
|
I don't want to go to jail
|
and say I'm poor
|
|
sound the alarm inside
|
give me some time to hide
|
ring the alarm
|
ring the alarm
|
sound the alarm inside
|
|
enjoy your summer in hell
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Sacramental Narcotics
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