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Out into the fields, I will go flying Lovers of a train will watch my tracks Lonely in their, lonely in their boxes Me, I'm raising, raising
to face Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes Contestants in a suicidal race Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance He knows
of love is long and boring And written very long ago It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes And things we're all too young to know But I I love
hair Colored boxes filled With fancy presents They were mighty pretty sites It's true But all those pretty things They just can't compare
There were no angry words at all As we carried boxes down the hall One by one we put them in your car Nothing much for us to say One last goodbye
we'll send them packing The dead zone Music in boxes Nail heads Hat companies Well worn fools A room full of dolls Idol hands Confident knives
My one, true love You can guess what I've been thinking of? God knows, we've tried To stay together while our hearts divided Put my boxes in
Got Styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer Got a man of the people, says keep hope alive Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive Keep on rockin' in
I've been breaking out of I been breaking out of I've been breaking out of I've been breaking out of Out the boxes Out the boxes Out the boxes Try
today is moving day no nightmares of your lover's whereabouts no crying, holding your child cardboard boxes instead of a duffel on your shoulder,
of love is long and boring And written very long ago It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes And things we're all too young to know But I I love
Cantrell? You serve at the ranch, you hold her chair You carry her boxes, trunks, letters, and books here and there She says, ?Thank you, Manuel? or ?Manuel,
to face Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes Contestants in a suicidal race Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance He knows
Future boxes That’s all you’ve got Keeping track and checking them off Future boxes Make you feel good Doing things everyone says you should My four
We got this kinder, gentler Machine gun hand We got department stores and toilet paper We got Styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer I don't feel like
You said she asked if you knew where she could get Some old boxes 'Cause she was going to pack up everything she owned Where the closest you-Haul
neon way and give them things to do Some rich man came and raped the land, nobody caught 'em Put up a bunch of ugly boxes and, Jesus, people bought
neon way and give them things to do Some rich man came and raped the land, nobody caught 'em Put up a bunch of ugly boxes and, Jesus, people bought
Money I teach What them man their reach And I hit my target Got my slimes I got my peeps One box two Three boxes and four I got five boxes 6
cfter all the jacks are in their boxes cnd the clowns have all gone to bed You can hear happiness staggering on down the street Footprints dressed in
"Get the boxes, take 'em to the basement Do the job right or I'll get a replacement Get the mop and clean the dirty floors and when you're finished
out (I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I) It could burn out (I, I) 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes (I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I) And guns, they are the hunters, we
take down Prime time's like Joe Rogan with the MMA breakdown And once everybody's sleeping, it turns into a playground (All buds, no dust Boxes
the ancient fortress Shelled by a million bullets From gunners, waiting in the copses With hearts that threatened to pop their boxes As we advanced into
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