I like the city and I like trees
I love wellness and don't mind disease
Now I think I'm gonna sneeze
Oh, it happens all the time
My mother told me that it was all rot
She said, Mick give it another shot
No, you don't know what you got until you know what you got
There's wilderness in the plains
When the moon shines it reflects the sun
But we all know that moonshine's the one
It's good to be a hick in these modern times
You picked a fight and she picked her nose
Now the blood starts to drip onto my clothes
Just more redness upon white
...unfinished...
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