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Ever since my chariot broke |
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I have to cut my arm for cane. |
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Take a mighty swing |
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and hit his tongue. |
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whatever, all well be forsaken. |
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And this is never about |
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the man we want to hang. |
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You tryin to miss me |
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But I always kiss your feet. |
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Simmer down. And |
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please dont **** it up. |
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thats why I hate time. |
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the time what you said me before. |
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So many words set off for the blank. |
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You should be, too. |
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thats it. |
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To go or not to go. |
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too short to go |
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nowadays, we know |
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So |
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Even though my chariot is stuck |
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I can honk and drink alone. |
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You been holding your breath |
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and sank like a stone. |
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so this is never about |
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the girl we want to hug. |
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You tryin to kiss me. |
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and I can not dismiss you. |
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Simmer down. And |
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please dont **** it up. |
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thats why I love time |
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the time what you said me before. |
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call a gypsy cab. |
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I just ruined my blue jeans. |
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thats all Ive got. |
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thats it. |
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To go or not to go. |
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too short to go. |