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Spin the wheel my kiss of fortune! Your solitude's a high pitched |
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whine. Let go of the medicine or you'll be sucking it until you die. |
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I thought this could be my time 'til you pulled the rug from under me. |
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I've hardened in this ageless shame of swinging from your coattails. |
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Now I'm back to good old ball and chain... Wonderful! Let the water |
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pour! How right you were... with your entourage of hissing snakes, a |
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simple matter of give and take. Now pour your mind out of the vase, |
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wall to wall. Winner takes all, but I wanna see the lightning strike you. |
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Return with this sickness, turn the kick in his head. My word is he |
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woeful in his rant. I imagine you'd like to call it soulful... |
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Kick through the doors you can. Suck open sores. You can build us a |
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rocket. The least you can. The worst you can. Send us on our way... |
