welcome to Nowhere, Indiana...

the proof's in the pudding, the truth's an i.v.,how can I see through you when you're lookin at me

so let's have a party, we'll do it all night, we'll make it to town drunk, we'll get in a fight

so let's have a hoedown, and eight is enough, tomorrow's a bad dream, tomorrow's the stuff

tomorrow's the stuff that things are made of, tomorrow's the fluff that feeds our may dove

tomorrow's the song that sings our may dove, tomorrow's the stuff that things are made of...

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