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Oh, hate so bad from the jumping pounding pad |
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When the crystal in the mountain made the early morning sad |
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I know not the remnants of the cold lieutenant's dad |
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Well they know about the babies and the bottles and they go |
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To the country, it's a blessing it's a fortunate soul |
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I felt the Mayfair* and I felt it's ghost |
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Was just a poison and a poison is supposed |
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To poison all the censors that deliver your ghost |
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I know about the babies and the bottles and they go |
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In a battle to the place that only one person know |
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Hate so bad, but |
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Think of what we had and |
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Watch the burning barrels |
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But the burning and it seems so sad |
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A ship, the ship transfer, your drunken dad |
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Oh I know what they rise and I know what they rail |
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And I watch as the teenagers they smoke on the trail |
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I bet you're sick of hearing songs up on the trail |
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And I sing a song about ice in their sails |
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Oh, hate so bad from the jumping pounding pad |
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When the crystal in the mountain made the early morning sad |
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I know not the remnants of the cold lieutenant's dad |
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Well they know about the babies and the bottles and they go |
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To the country, it's a blessing it's a fortunate soul |
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I felt the Mayfair* and I felt it's ghost |
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Was just a poison and a poison is supposed |
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To poison all the censors that deliver your ghost |
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I know about the ladies and I know about the show |
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And I ran to the place that only one person know |
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Hate so bad, but |
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Think of what we had and |
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Watch the burning barrels |
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But the burning and it seems so sad |
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A ship, the ship transfer, your drunken dad |
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Oh I know what they rise and I know what they rail |
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And I watch as the teenagers they smoke up on the trail |
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I bet you're sick of hearing songs up on the trail |
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And I sing a song about ice in their sails |
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I... I wait on the sad and the old |
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Oh caravan breakers they pray for the weak and the old |
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I... I wait on the weak and the old |
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Oh caravan breakers they pray for the weak and the old |
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I... I prey on the weak, weak and the old |
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Oh caravan breakers they fuckin' pray for the weak, weak and the old |
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I... I pray for the weak, weak and the old |
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Oh caravan breakers they fuckin' pray for the weak, weak and the old |
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Woohoo! I want a belly made of gold |
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Woohoo! I want a belly made of gold |
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Woohoo! I want a belly made of gold |
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Woohoo! I want a belly made of gold |
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Woohoo! You ain't gonna help out nobody |
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Woohoo! You ain't gonna help out nobody |
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Woohoo! You ain't gonna help out nobody |
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Woohoo.... |
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Oh oh oh... |
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La la la... |