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The population has greatly decreased |
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So the odds are greatly increased |
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That one day I'll get a chance |
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To kiss your lips |
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Each night I thank the Lord |
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For the apocalypse |
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People are mostly disfigured and dead |
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But I won't let it go to my head |
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My mama's face has run down to the dirt |
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But I'm still chasing chitterlings, whiskey, and skirt |
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I meant to set your world on fire |
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Didn't mean to set the world on fire |
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I let the cities burn |
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And we're all alone, I've come to grips |
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Each night I thank the Lord |
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For the apocalypse |
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The population has greatly decreased |
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So the odds are greatly increased |
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That one day I'll get a chance |
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To kiss your lips |
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Each night I thank the Lord |
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For the apocalypse |