I was an Indiana kid, gettin no one in my bed

I had your sweet tunes to play

I was staring at the map, feeling fire in my head

I had your sweet tunes to play

I was mean to my dad, cause I was mean to myself

I had your sweet tunes to play

Stealing smokes in my car, with the windows way down

I had your sweet tunes to play

I was sittin in the bath, cleaning off the ash

But I had your sweet tunes to play

And I hated all my friends, I wouldn't let them in

I had your sweet tunes to play

On a long desert train, and a knife in my bag

I had your sweet tunes to play

Under the Market Street Bridge, burning one in my hand

I had your sweet tunes to play

Your sweet tunes to play

Now it's hard to hear you sing, the crow has lost its wings

I got your sweet tunes to play

I'm getting older every day, still making the same mistakes

I got your sweet tunes to play

Either get out or stay in, I won't let these dark times win

We got your sweet tuens to play

Your sweet tunes to play

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