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Walks like a crooked tooth |
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And sleeps with a dexedrine smile |
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Keeps finding the holes where old memory can go |
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And wash it down liquefied |
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Keep that old door swinging |
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Coz you can be the freeloader |
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When it's closing time |
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When it's closing time |
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Watcha gonna do it's nothing to see |
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But something's got ya down on your knees |
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I'm crawling through the dirt to see where it hurts |
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And it ain't falling down by degrees |
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I think I'm gonna die |
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From trying to kick a hole in the sky |
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Yer walls are plastered with ham-fist drunks |
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And fagans wrapped in denim and smoke |
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So tell me what chance did you happen to dance |
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With the step that kicked yer feet in the boat |
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Loose band on the radio |
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All static and clashin' a hob-nailed hint |
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You're never losing ground |
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It's just the way it sounds |
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Watcha gonna do it's nothing to see |
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But something's got ya down on your knees |
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I'm crawling through the dirt to see where it hurts |
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And it ain't falling down by degrees |
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I think I'm gonna die |
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From trying to kick a hole in the sky |
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Trying to kick a hole in the sky |
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Trying to kick a hole in the sky |
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You cover me like the sunshine kisses the day |
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But a pulse starts in my gut now |
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And it's gonna make us pay |
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Watcha gonna do it's nothing to see |
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But something's got ya down on your knees |
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I'm crawling through the dirt to see where it hurts |
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And it ain't falling down by degrees |
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I think I'm gonna die |
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From trying to kick a hole in the sky |
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Trying to kick a hole in the sky |
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Trying to kick a hole in the sky |
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Ah bring it on |