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It's all over Idaho We're kickin' up your dust and burnin' up your gasoline And every one of us has bugs crawlin' through our veins We can't pretend to be pure and free So who will be the next to run? One guy walked off to die and left us with nothin' to swallow but the stars I see him everywhere and each unshaven refugee Nursing last night's fire Who will be the next to run? Who will be the next to bail on out of this ride And leave us dry? Who will be the next to run? Who will be the next to bail on out of this ride Bail on out of this ride Bail on out of this ride Bail on out of this ride And leave us dry? From Letras Mania