I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi.
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My girlfriend blows a boozy good-bye kiss.
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I see flying squirrels and nightmares of stigmata.
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Then awakening to find my Trans-Am gone.
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Still, I'm feeling pretty good about the future.
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Yeah, everything is peaches but the cream.
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I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi,
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where things is always better than they seem.
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Things is always better than they seem.
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I see the guitar that my cousin played in prison,
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floating with the tv in the swimming pool.
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I'm calling for the owner of the motel,
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then noticing the bloodstain on the door.
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I'm reaching for the shoes under the bushes,
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just in time to hear the sirens sing.
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I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi,
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where things is always better than they seem.
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Things is always better than they seem.
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You know freedom's just a stupid superstition,
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'cause life's a highway that you travel blind.
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It's true that having fun's a terminal addiction.
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What good is happiness, when it's just a state of mind?
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For in the prison of perpetual emotion,
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we're all shackled to the millstone of our dreams.
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Me, I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi,
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where things is always better than they seem.
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Things are always better than they seem.
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Handcuffed To A Fence In Mississippi
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Jim White |