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Come to me |
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Come unto me |
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All ye that labor |
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You that are heavy laden |
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'Cos everything hurtz |
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And everything hurtz |
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I've been pursuing the fuel too long |
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Got a big fat pain in my chest bone |
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Got an empty pocket book |
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I got a big fat momma in my cheque-book |
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And everything hurtz |
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And everything hurtz |
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I got the disease tinnitus |
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I'm speakin' like I've got Tourrette's |
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And everything hurtz |
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And everything hurtz |
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And everything hurtz |
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I'm born |
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I'm born |
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I'm dressed like a road beacon |
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On my way to Valhalla breakfast |
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And everything hurtz |
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Can't you see the bitches by my side |
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Followin' me through all my life |
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And everything hurtz |
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I was born |
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I was born |
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I was born |
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Come to me all ye that labor and are heavy laden |
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My head's dip dip dip dipping, man |
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All my limbs are disconnected |
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And everything hurtz |
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And everything hurtz |
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And everything hurtz |
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I've been pursuing the fuel too long |
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Got a big fat pain in my chest bone |
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And everything hurtz |
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And everything hurtz |
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Everything hurtz |
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My head's dip dip dip dipping, man |
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'Cos everything hurtz |
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I got a big fat slug on my knee bone |
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And the back of my [Incomprehensible], zipped up |
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And everything hurtz |
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And everything hurtz |
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Everything hurtz |
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[Incomprehensible] |
