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I don't have much but I got the good stuff |
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I keep it tucked away where you can find it |
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If you got the guts |
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Walk with me, walk with me, walk with me, walk |
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I got a girl from the burbs who won't talk |
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I don't have much but I got the good stuff |
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I don't know why but you make me sweat |
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When trouble comes calling I'm packing my bags for the west |
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I'll give you nothing for nothing if that's what you desire |
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I'll let it cool if you light my fire |
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And bumper shine my way home |
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Bumper shine my way home |
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All the square pegs and all the round holes |
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Couldn't fit all of the stories you told |
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The pull of the moth to the fire |
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Your Achilles' desire |
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I don't have much but I am a rich man |
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I got a woman down from the Park Ridge |
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Who is finer than sand |
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Fall with me, fall with me, fall with me, fall |
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Through the waist of the hourglass fall |
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I don't have much but I am a rich man |
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A second hand gypsy is no fading flower |
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Fingers are frozen in furious power |
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The pull of the moth to the fire |
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Your Achilles' desire |
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Cold cold sweat on the back of my knees |
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The future blows in on the Assiniboine breeze |
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The pull of the moth to the fire |
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Your Achilles' desire |
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All the square pegs and all the round holes |
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Couldn't fit all of the stories you told |
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The pull of the moth to the fire |
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Your Achilles' desire |
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The pull of the moth to the fire |
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Your Achilles' desire |
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But I don't have much |
