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Well, I don't want a thing to do with you kind |
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And I ain't got no time to kill on your dime |
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Strung up, hanging 'round |
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Looking like you're upside down |
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Well, I ain't wanting to shed no blood, that's your crime |
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And I ain't wanting to sling no mud, |
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I clean it up |
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You ain't what |
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I'd call a friend |
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I wouldn't even if |
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I could pretend |
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Man, you ain't like anybody else |
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As night becomes the sun to rise |
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As dirt becomes the butterflies |
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As sure as though it always seems to stay the same |
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And I'll be waiting anxiously |
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And I'll be falling fast asleep |
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And I'll be dreaming of the day the dream died |
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No sticks, no stones could break my bones like you can |
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If I knew hate, |
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I'd call it love for you, man |
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High up on the hill, cheaper than a dollar bill |
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Man, you ain't like anybody else |
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Should we pretend that it's the end? |
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Are you my curse, are you my friend? |
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And if we got hit to the end of the road |
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Will you be there to carry my load? |
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I'm getting it back with that terrible feeling |
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My vision is cracked, but it looks like it's healing |
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I'm getting it back like it's four in the morning |
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When the sun only shines as if been giving a warning |
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I'm getting it back with the rest of the leap year |
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I'm keeping the rabbit, the bat and the reindeer |
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I'm getting it out, whatever |
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I gotta keep in |
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I'm telling the truth, said it don't win with pretend |
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Should we pretend? |
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Should we pretend? |
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Should we pretend? |