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Well, they say, it's a rotten shame |
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Everyone is for now to blame |
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It's the end and it's all the same |
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Rotten ghost without a name |
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Go away is the other thing |
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Nothing more than the other wing |
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On fin, one cotton ball |
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Copper green on a plaster wall |
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Here I am, maybe again |
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Hear I am, maybe again |
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Like a monster hanging from a tree |
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Here I am, maybe again |
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Wood, metal, cars and war |
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They don't do it anymore |
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No fruit, cottonseed |
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They're not worth the price of weed |
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Cheese, shot, shattered bones |
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They're not worth a garden gnome[Unverified], boxes, yellow tape |
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They're not worth another shape |
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Here I am, maybe again |
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Hear I am, maybe again |
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Like a monster hanging from a tree |
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Here I am, maybe again |
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Seen riding, seen flying |
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Seen riding, seen flying |
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And they say, it's a rotten shame |
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Everything is for now to blame |
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In the end when it's all the same |
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Rotten ghost without a name |
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Go away, that's another thing |
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Nothing more than the other wing |
|
One fin, one cotton ball |
|
Copper green on a plaster wall |
|
Wood, metal, cars and war |
|
They won't do it anymore |
|
They're not worth the price of weed |
|
Nothing more than a cotton seed |
|
Here I am, maybe again |
|
Hear I am, maybe again |
|
Like a monster hanging from a tree |
|
Here I am, maybe again |
|
Here I am, maybe again |
|
Hear I am, maybe again |
|
Like a monster hanging from a tree |
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Here I am, maybe again |
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Well, they say it's a rotten shame |
