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Dusty trails |
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Jezabels singing about heads and tails |
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Breast pocket full of useless words |
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I made a promise I would prove my worth |
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I gotta work, gotta work 'til I sweat poison |
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You gaining on it like you tryin' ta exploit him |
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I gave a fuck when I was a lot younger |
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But Lady Luck got a box cutter |
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She laughs at her suiters, consumers |
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Tune her in the letter, blast out the woofers |
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The usual is the new normal |
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Beautiful lurks in the background vocals |
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I don't shit in the sandbox |
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I'm not winning the dance off |
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[Hook] |
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And I ain't trying to sound scummy |
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But if you lick my wounds it taste like money |
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[Verse 2] |
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Tattoo say ''loves life'' |
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Attitude like a sunrise |
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And when the tongue come untied |
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You keep it on a quick draw like a gunfight |
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If it's done right strange is a single arm |
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The truth is I only came here to read your palms |
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The freaks keep it moving 'til the beat is gone |
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We're trying to grow a greener lawn |
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It goes ''oh my goodness'' |
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We got too much love, now there's nowhere to put it |
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Time flew like it's designed to do |
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And all we left behind were clues |
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The handprints are bloody |
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Because the puppy outran the bunny |
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[Hook] |
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And I ain't trying to sound hungry |
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But if you lick my wounds it taste like money |
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[Verse 3] |
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Do you like to make party? |
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Yeah, you and who's army? |
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Man, we're on a random mission |
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With a van full of vandalism |
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Study my mannerisms |
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These are not the hands of a handsome prince |
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But I feel like a supernova |
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Don't lose control of the booze or the motor |
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I got a star shaped heart |
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You got a house made out of face cards |
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But before that it was a graveyard |
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You can't be a rich man |
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If your soul is a swimming pool of quicksand |
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[Hook] |
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And I ain't trying to sound funny |
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But if you lick my wounds it taste like money |
