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Hold up past things great, too late for re-bait |
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Time to go twist fate, what are we gonna do? |
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Put a dollar in the gas tank, 'bout to walk the plane |
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Ain't no room for shame, what are we gonna do? |
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No time for mundane, things about to change |
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They call me deranged, what are we gonna do? |
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I'mma take away all my sorrows, I'mma give the blues my big ol' boot |
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Now check it out like |
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Now what are we gonna do? |
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Now what are we gonna do? |
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I'll take away all this fear, baby doll, see, I ain't got much to lose |
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Now mellow out like |
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Raise it up higher, truth for liars |
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Set it on fire, what are we gonna do? |
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See, there ain't no whiskey, we gotta clean the plate |
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End up in a new state, what are we gonna do? |
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I'mma take away all my sorrows, I'mma give the blues my big ol' boot |
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Now check it out like |
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Now what are we gonna do? |
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Now what are we gonna do? |
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I'mma tell you all a little secret, little brother, there ain't nothing wrong with you |
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So mellow out like |
