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I was an Indiana kid, gettin no one in my bed 
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I had your sweet tunes to play 
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I was staring at the map, feeling fire in my head 
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I had your sweet tunes to play 
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I was mean to my dad, cause I was mean to myself 
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I had your sweet tunes to play 
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Stealing smokes in my car, with the windows way down 
     Em 
I had your sweet tunes to play 

I was sittin in the bath, cleaning off the ash 
But I had your sweet tunes to play 
And I hated all my friends, I wouldn?t let them in 
I had your sweet tunes to play 
On a long desert train, and a knife in my bag 
I had your sweet tunes to play 
Under the Market Street Bridge, burning one in my hand 
I had your sweet tunes to play 
Your sweet tunes to play 

Now it's hard to hear you sing, the crow has lost its wings 
I got your sweet tunes to play 
I'm getting older every day, still making the same mistakes 
I got your sweet tunes to play 
Either get out or stay in, I won?t let these dark times win 
We got your sweet tuens to play 
Your sweet tunes to play 
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