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Royal Oil, come on bubble and boil. |
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Stabs like a dagger, makes you stagger on the hot tin foil. |
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Mind your mind or it will surely spoil, then you sleep down in the soil. |
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Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil. |
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When you smoke or poke the poison you lose the chance to be tomorrow. |
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Look out on the horizon and see the sadness, the pain and sorrow. |
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I can't say enough about the stuff or what it has in store. |
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When you smoke or poke hte poison you can't be anymore. |
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Royal Oil, come on bubble and boil. |
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Stabs like a dagger, make you stagger on the hot tin foil. |
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Mind your mind or it will surely spoil, then you sleep down in the soil. |
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Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil. |
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Royal Oil has cut many down to size. |
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Spikes gonna strike the weak and strong alike. |
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And then forever, and ever close those eyes. |
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Make up your mind to keep your mind up and to your life be loyal. |
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Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil. |
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Royal Oil, big trouble brewing. |
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Long lonely road, long road to ruin. |
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Wrong path to take, great big mistake. |
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And then you sleep down in the soil. |
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Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil. |
