Six-lane highway running up to my back door

But it won't take me where I want to be

I took the I-95 down to Pensacola

All I found was a bunch of holyrollers

The don't know nothing about saving me



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I swear they're out there,

I swear, I swear they're out there,

I swear, I swear they're out there,

I swear, maybe angels, maybe angels



Down here I feel like a citizen of nowhere

My bag's all packed in case they ever come for me

Got a hundred stories and tabloid lies

Got witnesses to what the government denies

So I'm headed down to Roswell to wait and see



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Oh what a mystery

Oh, I believe, I believe, I could leave



My sister, she says she knows Elvis

She knows Jesus, John Lennon, and Cobain personally

Well, but I'm too wise to believe my eyes

Cause all I've seen just terrifies me

But I believe they're coming back for me



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