| Life is moving kinda slow
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| Let it snow at a southern pain
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| Tired of sleep, swells awaits
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| Carpenter tries to assure the gate
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| Too late, too late, too late
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| Colonel don’t call anymore
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| Colonel don’t call anymore
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| Wire whistle through the air
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| Vultures pick the cockiest pair
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| Beware, beware, beware
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| Rest game crew, mutiny!
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| Rest game crew, mutiny!
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| Wools wrong, impunity
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| Flick, think limp by frames
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| Compton villains take the blame
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| Colonel don’t call anymore
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| Colonel don’t call anymore
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| Colonel don’t call anymore
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| Colonel don’t call anymore
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| She sounds the unwanted warning call
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| As a tire of babel forms
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| They admit the cheddar and poem
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| And vanity sleeps adopted form
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| You red pimp so she definitely never gains
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| The narrow part twitch chance and fate
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| In the darkness before the dawn
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| She slips out upon a road less warm
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| She won’t catch you anymore
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| She won’t catch you anymore
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| They say its put on a show
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| As foot parts open up below
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| Friend and foe fast and slow
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| Up on high and down on low
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| Go, go, go
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| Go, go, go
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| Colonel don’t call anymore
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| Colonel don’t call anymore
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| Mary won’t catch you anymore
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| Mary won’t catch you anymore
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| Mary won’t catch you anymore
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| Mary won’t catch you anymore |