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Indie in Indiana
Hours early, and this money burns holes in my pockets
One foot after the other
A ring - a phone call from my mother
"I know what was making me sick"
said my mom - from across the country
there's no delay in a voice from a thousand miles away
though I wish there was
Just wait till I get home mom
I'll show that sickness in your stomach
Who's boss mom
"Don't worry about me" she said
"Don't come home, you're finally living your dream now"
Phone falls into my pocket
My lungs - feel the weight of the world now
