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Mom, I'm dyin' |
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I'm dizzy and fryin' |
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My throat hurts |
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I think I should stay in bed' |
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Cause I got some kind of disease |
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And there are no remedies |
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Think I should stay in bed today |
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Maybe, tomorrow go out and play |
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It's Saturday |
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With ginseng and fresh squeezed juice |
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Of wheat grass oh, some hot chicken soup |
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That just might keep me alive a couple days |
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But I've got some kind of disease |
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And there are no remedies |
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Think I'll join |
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Timothy Leary |
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In a cryogenic freeze |
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Next Saturday |
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Yeah, I've got some kind of disease |
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And there are no remedies |
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Shoulda listened when you said, "BewareOf horny girls with New Jersey hair" |
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Last Saturday |
