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It doesn't really matter, the things you say to me |
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Cause if I had a ladder, up there is where I'd be |
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Outta here where the air is cold, you're messing with my mind |
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Hey! You do it every time, Hey! And the season comes around |
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Once more,once more. |
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It doesn't really matter, the things you try to say |
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It doesn't really matter, you say 'em every day |
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Right now just give me more blood |
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Just give it to me deep red |
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A flowing river crimson |
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A flowing river burning with desire |
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It's great, but I never said how great |
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Hey, you never really asked, well, I'm asking you right now |
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So shut up and explain |
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What's on your mind |
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In this dark hour |
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I said it doesn't matter, I can't be that much fatter |
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And you'll never get as much blood |
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From a phony Blarney, stone, rock, hard, Granite!?! Solid. |
