| Like a honey bee beatin' on my screen door
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| I got a little buzz in my head and it’s sore
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| And from the my bed I can feel the sun
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| Lord I hear the mornin' come
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| Just a creepin'
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| Creepin', creepin', creepin'
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| Shot outta hell like a bullet from a gun,
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| A flip of a switch
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| A thief on the run
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| And since the day you left me baby
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| I can feel the lonely
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| I can hear the crazy
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| Just a creepin'
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| Creepin'
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| Just a creepin'
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| Creepin'
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| Head for the future
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| Run from the past
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| Hide from the mirror
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| And live in a glass
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| What dreams forget the whiskey remembers
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| Kinda like molasses in a late December
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| Just a creepin'
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| Creepin'
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| Oh, creepin'
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| Your cocaine kiss and caffeine love
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| Got under my skin and into my blood
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| That need you back comes over me Like ivy crawlin' up a hickory tree
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| Just a creepin'
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| Creepin'
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| Just a creepin', creepin'
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| Creepin'
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| Head to the future
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| Run from the past
|
| Hide from the mirror
|
| And live in a glass
|
| What dreams forget the whiskey remembers
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| Kinda like molasses in a late December
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| Just a creepin'
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| Creepin'
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| Ah, come on!
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| Break it down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down…
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| Just last night I saw the light
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| At the end of that tunnel on the other side
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| Thought I found my way outta this pain
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| Only too find your memory train
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| Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin'… |