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Kickin’ as I’m tryin’ to sleep
I got the mud beaneath my shoes
Rubber band, rubberband
Gun in hand, gun in hand
I wanna use
Roamin’, roamin’, roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I don’t care, yeah and I don’t care
Roamin’, roamin’, roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
Trippin’ as I’m thinkin’
’bout a boy, his name was sue
He’s a man, he’s man
Crackerman, crackerman
He’s a woman too
Roamin’, roamin’, roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I don’t care, yeah and I don’t care
Roamin’, roamin’, roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
And I’m thinkin’
While I’m thinkin’
And I’m thinkin’
While I’m thinkin’
Roamin’, roamin’, roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I don’t care, yeah and I don’t care
Roamin’, roamin’, roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
And I’m thinkin’
While I’m thinkin’
And I’m thinkin’
While I’m thinkin’
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