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I'm not good with numbers |
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I just count on knowing when |
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I'm high enough |
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A mule with only two legs counting steps |
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Toward dangling carrots don't add up |
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I think about you when |
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I canAnd even sometimes when |
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I can't I do |
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Once the driver knows you got good sense |
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He takes away the carrots too |
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Getting all excited, finding nothing |
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That was never there before |
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It's like bringing flowers to your |
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MamaAnd tracking dog shit all over the floor |
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Jesus made the flowers |
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But it took a dog to make the story good |
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I think about you when |
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I canAnd sometimes when |
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I don't I probably should |
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Tending bar in |
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L.A. after dark |
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Must be like mining cartoon gold |
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Rocks that won't cooperate |
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And tools that drive you crazy must get old |
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I think about you when |
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I canAnd sometimes when |
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I do I still get caught |
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Sitting in a bar in |
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L.A. after dark |
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With my sunglasses on |
