| I could not work
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| So I threw a bottle into the woods
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| And then I felt bad
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| For the doe paw
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| And the rabbit paw
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| So I went looking for the pieces
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| Of the bottle that I threw
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| Because I couldn’t work
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| I went deep
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| Further than i could throw
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| And i came upon an old abandoned well
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| All boarded over
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| With a drip hanging from the bucket still
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| Well I watched that drip but it would not drop
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| I watched that drip but it would not drop
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| I knew what I had to do
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| Had to pull those boards off the well
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| When I got the boards off
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| I stared into the black black black
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| And you know I had to yell
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| Just to get my voice back
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| I guess everybody has their own thing
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| That they yell into a well
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| I gave it a coupla hoots
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| A hello
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| And a fuck all y’all
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| I guess everybody has their own thing
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| That they yell into a well
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| And as I stood like that
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| Staring into the black black black
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| I felt a cool wet kiss
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| On the back of my neck
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| Dang
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| I knew if I stood up
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| The drip would roll down my back
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| Into no man’s land
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| So I stayed like that
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| Staring into the black black black
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| Well they say black is all colours at once
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| So I gave it my red rage my yellow streak
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| The greenest parts of me
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| And my blues I knew just what I had to do
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| I had to turn around and go back
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| And let that drip roll down my back
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| And I felt so bad about that
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| But wouldn’t you know
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| When I turned to go
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| Another drip was forming
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| On the bottom of the bucket
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| And I felt so good about that |