| Here comes Cokey Joe, looking to make it snow.
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| I wish I didn’t know what I know.
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| And that’s why you were hired hired.
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| Don’t do your job and you’ll be fired fired.
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| You can’t get tired
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| After hours hours
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| Head getting high and filled with towers towers
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| They congregate here
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| After hours hours
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| It’s getting lies,
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| That’s how rumours get started and destinies die.
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| Tick tock, sexy clock
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| Where did the time go?
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| You can’t go blind blowing your load.
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| And that’s why god’s a liar, liar,
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| You’re on the range, you need a fire fire
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| We’ll take you higher
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| After hours hours
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| They gettin' nice on whiskey sours sours
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| They tradin' secrets
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| After hours hours
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| Destroying time,
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| That’s how organs shut down and brain cells die.
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| Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh…
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| Here comes David’s back and he’s all crashed up
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| He gonna need a transfusion of blood.
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| And all the ladies are like «Yes, yes».
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| Another system under stress stress.
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| Forget about it, lose that dress dress.
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| Oh, give me a hug!
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| This is how the young girls dress in my club.
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| After hours hours
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| Eternal life and Satan’s powers powers
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| You live forever
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| After hours hours
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| Now you know why the sun ain’t the real reason vampires die. |