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Well, it's sunrise on the freeway as I get back from town |
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Find you standin' in my boots, kicking my dog around |
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Empty bottles on the floor |
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Enough to build a monument |
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Then you've got the nerve to tell me |
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Somebody took the rent |
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Who needs ya'? Think about it baby, who needs you? |
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Now you can save your lip, just pack your grip |
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And leave a trail of smoke behind you |
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Who needs ya'? Can you tell me baby, who needs you? |
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Who needs you? Think about it baby |
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Well, who needs you? Can you tell me please? |
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Last week you pulled another of your tricks |
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You let your brother move in here with a herd of freaks |
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They ate us out of house and home |
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Turned this place into a sty |
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Darlin' by tomorrow you'll be eatin' humble pie |