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Widespread Panic |
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Miscellaneous |
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Can't Get High |
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Brian Whitman |
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I've been working all day |
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I've been shaking it loose |
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It's been raining for hours |
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I've been spilling my juice (?) |
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Nothing means nothing |
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I couldn't care less |
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And now that you're gone |
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I can't even guess |
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I've got snakes in my cellar |
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I've got blood in my bed |
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Bombs in the closet |
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They're all painted cherry red |
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And a feel like a mad scientist |
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I've got loose change in my head |
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Nothing but trouble these days |
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I eat bullets in my bread |
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Now that you're gone |
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I'm sober every night |
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I can't get high - no - |
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I can't get right |
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I'm a romantic (?) |
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(?) everday bend |
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Losin' a gamble |
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But I get my revenge |
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Start thinking about thunder |
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And I get mad again |
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Soaking up electricity |
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Like bourbon in gin (?) |
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Now that you're gone |
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I'm sober every night |
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I can't get high |
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I can't get right |
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Hallucinated green light |
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And I slammed on the gas |
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My performance ain't perfect |
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But it's loud and it's fast |
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Set sail for the new world |
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And I burned down the mast |
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Well, it wasn't the first time |
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And I know it won't be the last |
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Now that you're gone |
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I'm sober every night |
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I can't get high - no - |
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I can't get right |
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Now that you're gone, honey, |
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I'm sober tonight |
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I can't get high - no - |
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I can't - get - right |
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Get right |