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The clothesline of cold eyes |
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Is washing away the face before |
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Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone |
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You gotta do your best to decorate this dying' day |
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This dying' day |
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All over a bowl of bitter beans |
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All over a bowl of bitter beans |
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And outside way, way up high i got a quarter moon mist |
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Hanging' over me |
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And now, i want that rocking chair outta there |
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Cause he's no longer living here |
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It's no longer needed here |
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All over a bowl of bitter beans |
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All over a bowl of bitter beans |
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And i got a corner store and that's all the more |
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For me to praise upon the holidays |
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And now i'll close my eyes really, really tight |
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And make you all go away, |
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I'll make you all go all go away |
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And i'll pull the trigger and make it all go away |
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And i'll make it all go away, i'll make it all go away |
