Cowtown

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It's so hot around 
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And the schools let out 
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So the pools will flood 
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Write my name in mud 

 
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And I feel like flying 
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Away from here 
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Yeah, I feel like crying, 
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   But I'm all out of tears  

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Well, "freedom" was a pretty word 
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they'd throw around the chapel 
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All the blonde-haired angels 
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Throwing songs at the ceiling 


 
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'Til they'd all come falling 
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One  by  one 
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Yeah, they'd all come falling 
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     Out into nothing  

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It's so hot around 
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In this old cowtown 
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Where no one ever makes a sound 
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Except me on this guitar 


 
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And I feel like flying 
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Away from here 
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Yeah, I feel like crying, 
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   But I'm all out of tears 

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