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Forty six seconds in your company |
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Or ninety four tears in a frozen wasteland |
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Thirty eight minutes in a chicken's nightmare |
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Or sixty two welcome homes in a dream |
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Hurry up and get some juice for the juice man |
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No big heads or the big man will loose your head |
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Button up and lock your heart on the way out |
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Tell your friends last night was the perfect fit |
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Real men hunt in packs |
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Yeah - lets' be responsible |
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For the bad bad bad bad blood |
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(And the good blood) |
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Eighty six impressions of a talented man |
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Or ninety nine gut-wrenching minutes of misery |
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Seven pica-seconds of letting you go |
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Then twenty five different homes in a year |
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(Twenty five different homes in a calender year) |
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Loosen up and tie your legs to the handrail |
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Grin that grin and pretend your were given in |
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Chew it up and spit back at the waitress |
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Leave your bra, I could do with material |
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Real men hunt in packs |
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Yes - they expect it of us |
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We are still operating |
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We are still operating |