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They found me in a florist, |
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I was fried and out of focus |
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And I was kicking it with chemists |
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The scratches on my back, they formed into a choir |
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And belted out a chorus |
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There were clicks and hisses and complicated kisses |
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Gideon's got a pipe made from a |
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Pringle's can |
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Hey hey providence |
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You gotta fall in love with whoever you can |
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The sheets stain but the sins wash away |
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Naked bodies in the |
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Narragansett |
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BaySame kooks don't shoot but they sure do sniff |
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Same kooks can't fly 'cause their wings are clipped |
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Same kooks can't come but they sure do kiss |
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Making love to the girls with the wrapped up wrists |
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The Lord takes away and the |
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Lord delivers |
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Washed it all off in the |
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Mississippi river |
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We slept it off in the matinees |
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We rip it up just like the razor blades |
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Now we just need something to celebrate |
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I wanna open some bottles up |
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Getting tired |
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Of all these |
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Styrofoam coffee cups |
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She said it's hard to feel holy when you can't get clean |
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Now she's bumping up against the washing machines |
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She said it's hard to slow down when you're picking up speed |
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It was those two same kooks |
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From that one stupid photo shoot |
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It was those two same kooks |
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From that one stupid photo shoot |
