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Times past, you'd waive your standards. |
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Wave a lantern, tow the line. |
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I'm stretched wide in holy sandals. |
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Mine's yours and yours is mine. |
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They'd take the freezer, break your bed, throw you a bag with a hole for your head |
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Did it feel any better out there in the shed? |
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Recalling messiahs that wound up dead. |
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They're taking my friend, |
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the king of the hill with a dog at the gates and a licence to kill smile for the camera, |
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down this pill you're twice as impressive when you stand still |
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They're marching in rags beriddled with fleas |
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That will feed on you, yes |
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While you still bleed |
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You just gonna lie there? |
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Now get on that steed |
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In the end they'll respect you. See? |
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The judge will make signs the jury will nod |
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"It's the right of the free man to keep what he's got |
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You can't it with you, it's sad, but amen - |
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If you can't take it with you, take some of them." |
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You can stop counting... |
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Number one |
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You can stop counting... |
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Leave the crumbs |
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You can stop... |
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There's cans on the shelf. |
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Remember the future takes care of itself. |
