Daddy wanted me to leave it
Indiana, Indiana in the cold
You said, "You know you really don't need it
Leave the fame for the road."
I remember when I was leaving
I was only six years old
Oh how my heart was beatin'
About ready to explode
One shot, honey, collect it all
The dust inside the rusted souls
You should get a ride 'cause you can't control
The heart that beats under the bone
Come on, my combat chameleon, give it up
You've got your life to attend to, buttercup
You're entertaining the talk that is
Told through the teeth of the mouths of the millions dying to meet ya
Little do they know
Bless you
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