i'll have a big back yard to run in
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and a big oak tree for climbing
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and a wrap around porch
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to sip homemade iced tea
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that brewed in the sun
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while i watched it
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i'll whisper my secrets
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to the wind
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their dollars to me
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won't mean nothing
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except maybe to keep
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the weeds down
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in my vegetable garden
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my mail will come to
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33 zen lane
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in a county called rushing river
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that's its native name
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my family will be my friends
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my friends will be my home
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you can't call me
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you'll just have to come
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because i won't have a phone
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33 Zen Lane
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Bitch & Animal |