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Rowboat row me to the shore |
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She don't wanna be my friend no more |
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She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul |
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She don't wanna be my friend no more |
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Pick me up gimme some food to eat |
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In your truck goin' no place |
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I'll be home talkin' to nobody |
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You'll be strange, you'll be far away |
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Big fat moon and my body's out of tune |
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With my burnin' ways she's a billion years away |
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Dog food on the floor and |
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I've been like this before |
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She is all and everything else is small |
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Pick me up gimme some alcohol |
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In your truck playin' the radio |
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I'll be home with the gasoline |
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You'll be stoned, you'll be far away |
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Rowboat row me to the shore |
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She don't wanna be my friend no more |
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She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul |
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She is all and everything else is small |
