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Johnathan Rice
Johnathan Rice
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Brian Geltner
Brian Geltner
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Jason Boesel
Jason Boesel
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Farmer Dave Scher
Farmer Dave Scher
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Johnathan Rice
Johnathan Rice
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Lewis
Lewis
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Johnathan Rice
Johnathan Rice
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Joshua Smith
Joshua Smith
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Jason Mott
Jason Mott
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Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
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Jason Lader
Jason Lader
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Farmer Dave Scher
Farmer Dave Scher
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Well I took a camera on vacation To fit miami in a frame She didn't mind, she blew me kisses Said, "well what's your name?" I plan my dinner at the hotel But then my dinner plans got wrecked An investment banker started something So i broke his neck We're all stuck out in the desert And we're gonna die Wipe that sand and salt From your blistering eyes Well the polygraph needles were jumpin And my conscience edward fell asleep I can't trust myself to tell the secrets I was told to keep The fastest jackalope in texas He started runnin outta luck Bit by a snake Then he got hit by jimmy's semi-truck We're all stuck out in the desert And we're gonna die Wipe that sand and salt From your blistering eyes Well i know sometimes i get distracted America's so big and wide With her long white fingers she says "Hush, i'm not the marrying kind" My mind moves faster when i'm walkin My baby shoes are dipped in bronze I don't give a shit, she calls the shots That's how we get along We're all stuck out in the desert And we're gonna die Wipe that sand and salt From your blistering eyes
Writer(s): Johnathan Rice, Jenny Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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