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He's sinking faster that a drowning man |
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he'll grab a hold of anyone he can |
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gun in his pocket and a heart of ham |
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Uncle San |
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He's dying faster than a rabid dog |
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infect us all now he's losing blood |
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nose for trouble and a soul of rock |
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smokey's man |
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Don't drag me down |
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don't wanna drown |
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you're going down |
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There's not much flesh |
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just skull & bone |
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cheeks sunk deep eyes popping wide |
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Don't put out a hand to help him |
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this drowning man |
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will bite it right off |
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right off, right off, right off |
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Don't drag me down |
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don't wanna drown |
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you're going down |
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He's selling faster than a magazine |
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infect us all with his TV screen |
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He's selling faster than a magazine |
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infect us all with his TV screen |
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He's selling faster than a magazine |
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infect us all with his TV screen |
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He's selling faster than a magazine |
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infect us all with his TV screen |
