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Mind your business |
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Mind your business |
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Mind your never-shut, Quonset hut business |
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My craft is exploding |
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It's like I'm making cloisonne |
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Choking on my dust |
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With my three blind cats |
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You have a friend in law enforcement |
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Don't go calling law enforcement |
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Business |
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Mind your business |
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Got too busy explaining |
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Now it's just raining pain |
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Pain in the form of a rain drop |
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Yes, a rain drop made of pain |
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Tell 'em the story, rain drop |
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"I don't want to tell 'em, mister!" |
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Tell 'em the story, rain drop |
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"I don't want to tell 'em!" |
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Keep your voice down |
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Keep your voice down |
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Keep your window-shaking, godforsaken voice down |
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I'm sick of this beeswax |
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I'm sick of these second-story sleestaks |
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Breathing on my dice |
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Giving me back rubs |
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When I'm deep in concentration |
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You start getting no conversatin' |
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Sleestak |
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What's a sleestak? |
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That's your heart attack |
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Towel rack |
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Fallback |
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You got no doctors |
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All your doctors have gone home |
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What's a sleestak? |
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What's a sleestak? |
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You have a friend in law enforcement |
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Don't go calling law enforcement |
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Cloisonne |
