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Rolling up the windows of my '96 BuickSo the rain can't get inside of it I have more dreams than you have posters of your favorite teamsYou'll never talk me out of thisIt takes more than I got to hold my tongueYou shot me with a wooden gun And though the shot won't kill me it still bruises skinthat you don't believe in what your mouth runsGet your cannons ready, light the wickIt will take more than an argument to change my mind So why keep trying? Keep trying, and you will never talk me out of it From Letras Mania