You know, the sun is in your eyes
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And hurricanes and rains
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And black and cloudy skies.
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You're running up and down that hill.
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You turn it on and off at will.
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There's nothing here to thrill
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Or bring you down.
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And if you've got no other choice
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You know you can follow my voice
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Through the dark turns and noise
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Of this wicked little town.
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Oh Lady, luck has led you here
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And they're so twisted up
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They'll twist you up. I fear.
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The pious, hateful and devout,
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You're turning tricks til you're turned out,
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The wind so cold it burns,
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You're burning out and blowing round.
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And if you've got no other choice
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You know you can follow my voice
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Through the dark turns and noise
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Of this wicked little town.
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The fates are vicious and they're cruel.
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You learn too late you've used two wishes like a fool
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And then you're someone you are not,
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And Junction City ain't the spot,
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Remember Mrs. Lot
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And when she turned around.
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And if you've got no other choice
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You know you can follow my voice
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Through the dark turns and noise
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Of this wicked little town.
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Wicked Little Town
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| Ben Jelen |
