Houston, We've Got a Problem

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This is my kinda town, this is my kinda place
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I wouldn't mind hangin' round for more than just a couple days
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I got a twelfth floor room with a killer view of the empty astrodome
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A tab at the bar downstairs, but all I can think about is home

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I got my new boots covered in red dirt, A don't mess with texas t-shirt
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And a Lone star postcard postmarked from missing you
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It's got the biggest sky you've ever seen, the coldest beer you'd ever drink
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But I still feel like I landed on the moon
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'Cause it ain't got you
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Houston we got a problem

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You shoulda seen 19th street, should have seen the midnight rodeo
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The way them saloon doors swing when they line dance to copperhead road
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Something bout the air down here that'll make you feel the way all them cowboys do
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Oh I wish I was an outlaw, but all i can think about is you

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Houston we got a problem
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We got a problem