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Come on come on where did she go |
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She was just here I need to know |
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She's the glue that holds me together |
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She is my pirate treasure |
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Are you my mother yes indeed |
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One who makes me take off my hat in church |
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The preacher said someone please silence the little bittie baby |
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If I could keep up with appearances |
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Running all over the silver screen |
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But I was blown out at a ripe old age |
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When I turned 17 |
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I love you baby in the morn |
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Since before the day you was born |
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Now I need you that I'm hopeless |
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The hole I'm in is bottomless |
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You fill my Tank up with oil |
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Soothing all my blistering boils |
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While people arrive in warships |
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To their place of worship |
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Ever since The 1950s |
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Things haven't been the same to me |
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You're born with your own skin tone |
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But you can't change your name no more |
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Ice cubes spinning in a glass |
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Doors are slamming and closing |
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A loud man is imposing |
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My flesh is decomposing |
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Do you even know my name |
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Do you even know my secret |
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I sold out my big brother for you |
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You are perfect wearing blue |
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If I could go back to the past |
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I fear I'm running out of time |
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Would I be crossing the line |
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If I planned ahead and made you mine |
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If I could keep up with appearances |
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Running all over the silver screen |
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But I was blown out at a ripe old age |
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When I turned 17 |
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Gold doubloons and pieces of 8 |
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She is my pirate treasure |