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"...The sun is shining on full blast, it's garbage day
Air in my tires and all my cares are far away
Looking like a million bucks, feeling good and sort of frisky
Plus enough money in my pocket for a quart of whiskey
Tattooed tear drops, confetti, I've learned to trust
My animal instincts, when farmer's fields turn to dust
This is the day we've been waiting for all our lives
So let's write letters to our parents and call our wives
Raise the flag, let's take a drive and raise our voices
Celebrate our differences, build a bridge and praise our choices
There's babies crying and it makes it hard to go to sleep
Some days are throw aways and others you're supposed to keep
Time waits for none of us, even though my watch is slow
And nothing's for certain but I'm searching for sasquatch
And you know what, the unknown is all part of the plan
For a runaway soul and a hard loving man..."
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