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He's got a split finger wrap |
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And his rope's pulled way to tight |
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He's got a lunatic smile |
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'Cause he's really drawn deep tonight |
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He's got a fever, fever, fever, fever |
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Yeah, grab a hold of anything and hold on tight |
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It hits you like the venom from a rattle snake bite |
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We're all here 'cause he's not all there tonight |
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He takes one breath |
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And time turns inside out |
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Then the gate busts open |
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To the world he dreams about |
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He's got a fever, fever, fever, fever |
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Yes, grab a hold of anything and hold on tight |
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It hits you like the venom from a rattle snake bite |
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We're all here 'cause he's not all there tonight |
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He says it's really kind of simple, keep your mind in the middle |
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While your butt spins 'round and 'round |
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Take heed to Sankey's preachin', keep liftin' and reachin' |
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And ridin' like there ain't no clown |
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What he loves might kill him |
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But he's got no choice |
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He's a different breed |
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With a voice down deep inside |
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That's screamin' he was born to ride |
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He's got a fever, fever, fever, fever |
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Yeah, fever makes you crazy 'cause it makes no sense |
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Like runnin' from your shadow out of self-defense |
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Well, he won't run and baby he can't hide |
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He thinks the odds are even leavin' one hand tied |
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He gets so tired of hangin' on so tight |
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I know you think he's crazy well, I think you're right |
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But we're all here 'cause he's not all there, that's right |
