Wasn't the question you asked me It wasn't the answer I gave That made me feel like I was on a train Was a distant voice Made me make a choice That I had to get the fuck out of this town I got a lot of things to do A lot of places to go I've got a lot of good things coming my way And I'm afraid to say that you're not one of them.
Last time I was there You were out on the couch Pressed into a little electric 2 It was the way that you smiled Made me know at once That I had to get the fuck out of this town 'cause I've decide to make a stand And I'm not gonna take your hand I'm taking the next bus outta here, I'm gonna head for box elder, m.o.
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