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I play some poker on Friday night |
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But I'm always holding my cards too tight |
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I got a tell, it's my twitchy eye |
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They take my money and it makes me cry. |
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Oh, nothing I love, |
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Oh, nothing I love |
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Nothing I love |
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Is good for me, but you! |
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Well I'm smoking cigars, baby, one, two three |
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'Till they don't even taste good to me. |
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I drink too much, I take too many pills |
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Ain't too long before my mind gets ill. |
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Oh, nothing I love |
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Ain't nothing I love |
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There ain't nothing I love |
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Good for me, but you! |
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Well I keep a slink slack slidin' down a slippery slope |
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I get my kicks till I just came cold |
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My friends start thinking that I'm just too soft |
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But this ain't the kind of the thing, you can just sleep on! |
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Well I eat too much until I'm fat and skinny |
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I wish I knew what was eating me. |
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I want another piece of pie, come on, and cut the cake |
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Don't know how much more of this I can take |
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Oh, nothing I love |
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Oh there ain't nothing I love |
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There ain't nothing I love |
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Is good for me but you! |
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There ain't nothing I love, baby |
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Good for me, but you! |
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There ain't nothing I love, baby |
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Ain't nothing I loved before but you! |
