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Well it's another day in Auburndale
I don't want to hear you cry or wail
I live a life of hunt and run
Driving around with my shotgun
There are lions by the lakeside
And shadows in the trees
Fat lady lies in the sand
Whistles with the breeze
Let the fireman sleep in the sun
'Cause there's fire in his dreams
You could walk around your neighborhood
While the doves circle above
Well it's another day in Auburndale
I don't want to hear you cry or wail
I live a life of hunt and run
Driving around with my shotgun
So ride your lion into the lake
And wade in the flames of the water
Watch the pines become kindling
For the sun's evening fire
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