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The best day that I have had was in Nebraska with my dad, a thousand miles from everything, and, and he said, Dont put your own palm in a girls whose gonna save you from the world. Sorry, you left home, you gotta make it on your own. Though times are tough, take what you can. This is your test to be a man. Sorry, you left home, you gotta make it on your own, (so long), your own, your own, (so long), your own, your own, and Im here to tell you that youre wrong.
Well youre wrong. Well youre wrong. Its going great, and Im doing fine, and I promise to forget to write. Im sorry you left home, you gotta make it on your own. A song to all the fairweather friends who wont be seeing me again. Im sorry you left home, you gotta make it on your own, (so long), your own, your own, (so long), your own, and Im here to tell you that youre wrong.
And youre not afraid, and youre not afraid, and Im here to tell you that youre wrong.