Cannons

Rolling up the windows of my '96 Buick
 So the rain can't get inside of it
 I have more dreams than you have posters of your favorite teams
 You'll never talk me out of this
 It takes more than I've got to hold my tongue
 You shot me with a wooden gun
 And though the shot won't kill me, it still bruises skin
 That you don't believe in what your mouth runs
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 Get your cannons ready, light the wick
 It will take more than an argument
 To change my mind, so why keep try-, keep trying?
 And you will never talk me out of it
 Get your cannons ready, light the wick
 It will take more than an argument
 To change my mind, so why keep try-, keep trying?
 Keep trying, and you will never talk me out of it