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liar liar with your pants on fire, white spades hangin' on the telephone |
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wire, gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line, you'll never recognize |
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yourself on heartattack and vine. |
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doctor lawyer beggar man thief, philly joe remarkable looks on in disbelief, |
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if you want a taste of madness, you'll have to wait in line, you'll probably |
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see someone you know on heartattack and vine. |
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boney's high on china white, shorty found a punk, don't you know there ain't |
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no devil, there's just god when he's drunk, well this stuff will probably kill |
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you, let's do another line, what you say you meet me down on heartattack and |
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vine. |
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see that little jersey girl in the see-through top, with the peddle pushers |
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sucking on a soda pop, well i bet she's still a virgin but it's only twenty- |
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five 'til nine, you can see a million of 'em on heartattack and vine. |
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better off in iowa against your scrambled eggs, than crawling down cahuenga |
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on a broken pair of legs, you'll find your ignorance is blissful every goddamn |
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time, your're waitin' for the rtd on heartattack and vine. |
