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I was shot in the back |
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By Nilfisk addicted cowboys |
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By jealousy struck |
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Outnumbered by hard boiled luck |
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When I showed them the lights |
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Of my two forty five deep blue break |
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They all stood up and sang |
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'Bout Swedish designer drugs |
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I was cutting a tree |
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And turning my jack into lumber |
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When the hit men arrived |
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On a boat from the isle of song |
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I was shocked by the nude |
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Identical twins on my lap |
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A cross eyed effect |
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Of Swedish designer drugs |
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It's hard to be strong |
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Depending on northern refineries |
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How deep is your fjord? |
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How shallow thy watery eyes |
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How could I recupe |
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Surrounded by 95 dogma's? |
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Like a reindeer I'm struck |
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By Swedish designer drugs |
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I'm dating the maid |
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And driving electric wheelchairs |
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I'm cleaning the fish |
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With biodegradable pride |
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I was pulling the strings |
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While playing the fifteenth violin |
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In a director's cut |
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Of Swedish designer drugs |
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I was hurting a fly |
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And winning al nobely prizes |
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I was probably drunk |
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By the probably best beer around |
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Like a viking in need |
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I got a medal for bad underacting |
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They all stood up and sang |
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About Swedish designer drugs |
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Swedish designer drugs |
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It's hard to be strong |
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How deep is your fjord? |
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When I showed them the lights |
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They all stood up and sang |
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About Swedish designer drug |