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Can you cut that tendon at the back of my hip |
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I can't run away, my bones congeal |
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The stakes are simple, shit and bile |
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But you just don't get it (No you just don't get it) |
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You must hook up with me for a year round summer |
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'Cos when the cold comes, you stay and sit number |
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But I'm sure ice would melt in your glove |
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And you just don't get it (No you just don't get it) |
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And it just can't hurt any worse than before |
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Strike a match and bolt the door |
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You get nothing back 'cos you're gonna go down |
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By my own hand (By my own hand) |
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By my own hand (By my own hand) Yeh |
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So I'm one bad gig out of the Jason recliner |
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One bad song and I'm back at the diner |
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Yeh, eating your scraps, cleanin' your crap |
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But you just don't get it (You want chips with that?) |
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I hate your ambition, hell I even hate mine |
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Makes me holograms and little things and water out of wine |
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But you won, yeh hon, well fuck it I'm done |
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And I just don't get it (No you just don't get it) |
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And it just can't hurt any worse than before |
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You get it now, I was nothing more |
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You get nothing more, you're gonna go down |
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By my own hand (By my own hand) |
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By my own hand (By my own hand) |
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Pills for pills sake (pills for pills sake) |
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Liquor for God sake (liquor for God sake) |
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Your tryin' to fix a shark wound |
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With a cotton ball, Yeh |
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My own hand (By my own hand) |
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My own hand (By my own hand) |
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So get me to the airport and throw me on a plane |
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Do the sentimental tango and send me off again |
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I'll bounce right back 'cos I'm gonna go down |
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By my own hand (By my own hand) |
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By my own hand (By my own hand) Yeh |
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Bring on the new sound |