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Nebakanezer never knew |
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He left his needle outside in the rain and it rusted through |
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He kept twenty-nine black birds but only one flew |
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Spent most of his time makin' holes and lickin' his wounds |
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Nebakanezer lost his wife |
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She took her diamond rings and was gone before the light |
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She left one satin shoe and a very dull knife |
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She left one satin shoe and a very dull knife |
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So tell us what the sorry singer might do |
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All of his friends complain that they got the flu |
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They ain't sick in the head |
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They look like the livin' dead |
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And that's not cool |
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Nebakanezer never knew |
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He left his needle outside in the rain and it rusted through |
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He kept twenty-nine black birds but only one flew |
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Spent most of his time makin' holes and lickin' his wounds |
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So tell us what the sorry singer might do |
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All of his friends complain that they got the flu |
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They ain't sick in the head |
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They look like the livin' dead |
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And that's not cool |
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So tell us what the sorry singer might do |
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All of his friends complain that they got the flu |
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They ain't sick in the head |
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They look like the livin' dead |
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And that's not cool |
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That's not cool |
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An' that's not cool |
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An' that's not cool |
