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Well I feel no pain? |
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The battle is my ball and chain |
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Am I insane? |
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My breath smells like kerosene |
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Don't tou look at me |
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I'm a sight for sore eyes to see |
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I can't believe |
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Well I'm a walkin' talkin' misery |
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Brain drain, one ninety grain |
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It's not the caine, not the |
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Mary JaneBut the golden grain |
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Oh don't you touch my bottle |
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You might drop it break it then |
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I dieIf life's worth living, then tell me why |
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I cry the blues? |
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But don't you pray for me |
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I don't need your fuckin' sympathy |
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Just a little drink, it means about the same to me |
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YeaBrain drain, oneninty grain |
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Am I insane? |
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Will I ever change? |
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Brain drain, oneninty grain |
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It's not the caine, not the |
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Mary JaneBut the golden grain |
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I'm a redneck punk |
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Can't remember when |
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I wasn't drunk |
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People say |
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I stinkBut |
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I don't care what they think no |
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No colored whiskey |
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I don't drink that rock and roll |
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Pass that oneninty |
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And I'll say bye bye |
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Brain drain, oneninty grain |
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Am I insane? |
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Will I ever change? |
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Brain drain, oneninty grain |
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It's not the caine, not the |
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Mary JaneBut the golden grain |
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Brain drain, oneninty grain |
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Brain drain, oneninty grain |
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It's not the caine, not the |
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Mary Jane |