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I woke up and I drove to work |
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on the wrong side of the road |
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and what the hell would I do |
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I must admit, I didn't know |
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and Andrew came along, ya'll |
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to add a couple of lines or so |
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I've got one I finished yesterday |
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and I've got 3.6 to go |
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one down and 3.6 |
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tomorrow and I'm out of here |
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one down and 3.6 |
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tomorrow and I'm out of here |
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People tell me |
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Ben, just make up junk |
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and turn it in |
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but I never was alright with |
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turning in a bunch of sh*t |
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I don't like wasting time |
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with music that won't make me proud |
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but now I've found a reason |
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to sit right down and sh*t some out |
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one down and 3.6 |
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tomorrow and I'm out of here |
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one down and 3.6 |
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tomorrow and I'm out of here |
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I love you more than |
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any man has loved before |
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I love you more than |
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all the stars up in the sky |
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I think that we should settle down |
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and live happily forever, after |
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what do ya think of that? |
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I'm really not complaining |
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I realize it's just a job |
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and I hate hearing belly-aching |
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rock stars whine and sob |
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cause I could be bussing tables |
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I could well be pumping gas |
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But I get paid much finer |
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for playing piano and kissing ass |
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this one I wrote just and hour ago |
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and 3.6 at last |
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one down and 3.6 |
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tomorrow and I'm out of here |
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one down and 3.6 |
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tomorrow and I'm out of here |
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one down and 3.6 |
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one down and 3.6 |
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tomorrow and I'm out of here |
