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I'm calm now |
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I've calmed down |
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But I'm shaking |
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Make me another boilermaker |
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In molasses, a fly in molasses |
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Nasty sticky shit holds it down |
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There's an arched back |
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There is an arched back |
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'S got a pained look under rain clouds |
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In molasses, a fly in molasses |
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Just if you know what it's like to drown |
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What's that? What's that? |
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What's that? What's that? |
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What's that? What was that? |
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Make me another boilermaker |
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And it's dry inside 'til a dusty wind |
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And each trying sigh is a trusted friend |
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In his pride I saw his just defense |
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I eyed the bedroom door until I busted in |
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I busted, I busted, I busted in |
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In molasses |
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A fly in molasses |
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Nasty sticky shit holds it down |
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There's an arched back |
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There is an arched back |
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's got a pained look under rain clouds |
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In molasses, a fly in molasses |
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Just if you know what it's like to drown |
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What's that? What's that? |
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What's that? What's that? |
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What's that? What was that? |
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Make me another boilermaker |
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Strange how it makes him want to tell lies |
