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It's irregular and it sure won't pay |
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but say naught 'til you got something to say |
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So I live for forty minutes a day |
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Can I have that? |
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The biggest kick you ever got |
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was paying out on dinosaur rock |
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and said with every prehistoric thought |
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you can stain |
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For every door that's been closed |
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there's another of your friends you can dose |
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While your brains seem to speak through your clothes |
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And for every handshake that'll pay |
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there's another motherfuck who'll complain |
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that to keep a legal dose is so lame |
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Are you stray? |
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Those born with gold with weary souls |
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Should eat their young and die |
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Are you stray? |