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But their wine makes me light as a feather |
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Pushes me back into never |
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Oh, if I ever would only learn to break free |
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From the ways that they trick me |
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Their wine makes me light as a feather |
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Pushes me back into never |
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Oh, if I ever would only learn to break free |
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From the ways that they trick me |
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Oh mother, I don't wanna be slave |
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To their drugs |
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'Cause their drugs never made me high |
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Just too tired, too tired to cry |
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And daddy, I guess I found all their jewels |
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A little drag, no, I don't want to sit here |
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And watch myself float |
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And wait for the day that I die |
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But their wine makes me light as a feather |
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Pushes me back into never |
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Oh, if I ever would only learn to break free |
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From the ways that they trick me |
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Their wine makes me light as a feather |
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Pushes me back into never |
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Oh, if I ever would only learn to break free |
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From the ways that they trick me |
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Oh, their wine makes me light as a feather |
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Pushes me back into never |
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Oh, if I ever would only learn to break free |
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From the ways that they trick me |
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Their wine makes me light as a feather |
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Pushes me back into never |
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Oh, if I ever would only learn to break free |
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From the ways that they trick me |
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Pam, pam, pam |
