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I was down last night, way out by the county plaquesWith my two best pals on a hunt for the railroad tracksWe were lost, pitch black, turned back, I could not relaxSaw a cross on a hill and a chill rolled down our backsHad a dream that night where I walked through a cider millThe watchdog wouldn't bite, he was sleeping and lying stillI snuck up, tip-toed, with a cup I was trying to fill But a light, just white, came on and the cider spilledI woke up with an itch so I drove to another zoneI said, "I need a dish, I want something that sticks to my bones"They said, "You look like you're Elvis," I felt like I was Mike StoneBecause my feelings are selfish, I want everything for my own From Letras Mania