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you think |
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you think |
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you think too much I think |
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I think you think too much I think |
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I think you don't know what you're talking about |
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you do, you do |
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I must be honest I hate [hit?] this stone [slower?] street [story straight?] |
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I park all ready to be robbed by people that I meet |
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I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I hear |
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I know, I know, I know, got nothing to fear |
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you keep pushing |
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you keep pushing |
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pushy, pushy |
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don't push me |
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I'm an insect |
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I'm a figment |
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I'm a chief as a genuine minion |
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imaginations |
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imaginations |
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imagine my frustrations |
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I think [you pick?] a fight with a .45 caliber |
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won't [Lord?] help you |
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it was a dismal rain that cooled the hut [hot?] |
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when it trickled down we all saw spots |
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float over... float over |
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now I've been in jail for a million years |
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got all these people holding me back |
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I know, I know |
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I must be honest I hate this stone street |
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I park all ready to be robbed by people |
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I know, I know |
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and I'm growing tried |
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I'm growing tired |
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it's my favorite mangle |
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a fanciful tangle |
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that went down like the [V-neck?] fantastic spastic |
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[phonetic/fanatic/frenetic spasm?] |
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spasms and spasms |
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suffer the death of what you are |
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it's now, it's now |
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suffer the death of what you were |
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has no effect on a hard-boiled world |
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warm weary eyed |
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? catskill world |
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you must follow blind |
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just shoot a pigeon-holed pigeon |
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you're waiting to be sheave |
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just like you sheave that grazes all over your face |
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and you've got the urge to be a lightning bolt |
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and you've got the urge to be a lightning bolt |
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I've gotta tell you I just don't know |
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I've gotta tell you I just don't know |
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what the fuck you're trying to say |
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what the fuck, man |
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what the fuck you trying to say |
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just sit there and shut your mouth |
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just sit there and shut up |
