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i killed an ant, with my guitar, underneath romantic indiana stars, he was a fool, i was so cruel, the power of music is no tool, so i hit him in the head, and now he's dead, i killed him there, by the front door, well it was something he was really asking for, he was a chump, it was no bump, or any ordinary lump, no i squashed his little head, and now he's dead, well i'm sure he had a family, some children and a pretty wife, and i'm sure he worked like the devil, ah, who was i to take his tiny life, but. i killed an ant, with my guitar, underneath romantic indiana stars, he was a fool, i was so cruel, the power of music ain't no tool, so i bopped him in the head (not quite sure here.bopped makes about, and now he's dead the only sense), la, la, la, la la, la, la la, la, la

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Artist: john hiatt