Indiana, Indiana in the cold
Said, "You know you really
Leave the fame for the road"
I remember when I was leaving
Oh, how my heart was beatin'
One shot, honey, collect it all
The dust inside the rusted souls
You should get a ride 'cause
The heart that beats under the bone
Come on my combat chameleon
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
The Mississippi River won't kill you
Unless you stand too close, my dear
A long, long way from here
Yes, a long, long war's gon
We're standing at the end of a story
At the foot of a palindrome
One shot, honey, collect it all
The dust inside the rusted souls
You should get a ride 'cause
The heart that beats under the bone
Come on my combat chameleon
Give it up, you've got your
Buttercup, you're entertaining the talk
that is told through the teeth
Of the mouths of the millions
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