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Oh Die! They gone and left me for her |
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On the way |
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Each every time a think the wheel around [around around] |
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And it's gone [around around] |
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I got a reason for heading home |
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It's not serene |
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It don't make sense to me |
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I got the four eyes blooming under half of my bed |
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Seems to jingle as the razor comes with color and claw |
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I see it shine |
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I see it stare |
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Holding hearts in my hand |
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Take the master morgue and make her have it sitting on side |
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Let the glory boy of |
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Mr. Henry have it alright. |
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While it's in front of me |
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Keeps me insane. |
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Disguised to take away the feeling the house survives |
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But all on demand |
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Disguise thrown over me |
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Teenage hand |
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Oh! die You should have known you could have rested on me |
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Each every time |
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I kept the reel alive |
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You took me for the drive |
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To feel the fear and it's hard. . . |
