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She didn't smoke last Tuesday |
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Didn't even take a sip |
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It's Wednesday night, she's bumming butts |
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And sinking like a ship |
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She came to at the tiger mart |
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An orange in her hand |
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A hundred miles from anywhere |
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Her pockets full of sand |
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Living the good life |
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In the summertime |
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Flying so high |
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Living the good life |
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He ain't sunk an eight ball |
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In at least as many years |
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But all that really kept him safe |
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Is circumstance and fear |
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He woke up with a nosebleed |
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And a pounding in his head |
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A naked woman twice his age |
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Lay scattered 'cross the bed |
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Living the good life |
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In the summertime |
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Flying so high |
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Living the good life |
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Eighty thousand dollars |
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For a new Mercedes Benz |
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Used to ride the market |
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Like a vulture on the wind |
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It's funny how 8 cylinders |
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Don't hardly make no sound |
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The last he ever heard |
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Was that garage door going down |
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Living the good life |
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In the summertime |
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Flying so high |
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Living the good life |
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Ain't this a good life |
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In the summertime |
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We're flying so high |
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Ain't this a good life |
