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You'll always miss my big old body |
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In its prime and never shoddy, |
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While bloodhounds wait down in the lobby you'll eulogize my big old body |
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You'll miss me with effigies |
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Lighting up your house like xmas trees |
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As tears roll down below your knees |
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You'll miss me with effigies |
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Go find a man to fit my shoes |
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Left one's old and the right one's new |
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And i bought the right one just for you |
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Go find a man to fit my shoes |
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You'll see my teeth in the stars above |
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Every tree a finger of my glove |
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And every time push comes to shove |
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You'll see my teeth in the stars above |
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Your money talks but my genius walks |
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Morticians wait with a shovel and a fork |
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As detectives trace my hands with chalk |
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Your money talks but my genius walks |
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You'll miss me so |
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You will miss me |
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It must be raining because a man ain't supposed to cry |
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But i look up and i don't see a cloud |