| The wash is out, it’s hanging up
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| And all I have is nothing
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| Nothing to do, nothing to say
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| I think I must be dreaming
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| The sun comes up and I’m all washed out
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| Is this what Deaner was talkin' about?
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| I don’t think I will ever return again, my friend
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| If I was king, I’d wear a ring
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| And never hurt my people
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| I’d stay alert and dressed to kill
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| I might even slip you something
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| The sun comes up and I’m all washed out
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| Is this what Deaner was talkin' about?
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| I don’t think I will ever return again, my friend
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| The sun comes up and now I’m all washed out
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| Is this what Deaner was talkin' about?
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| I do not think I will ever return again, my friend
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| I do not think I will ever return again, my friend
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| I do not think I will ever return again, my friend |