| It’s enough to make a fit man sick
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| Queuing up around in '46 they’ll see
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| But that’s enough about me
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| Crackdown another one at '69
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| Beach sand covers up another land mine, oh no
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| But that’s enough about you
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| Yeah that’s enough about you
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| Take all of everything 'til I’m all black
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| This spell you’ve put me under’s made me crack
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| Backdown another one in seven six
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| They found out where you got your kicks
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| But they still thought that punk was dead
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| We played a secret song to them
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| And hoped that they’d forget
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| It’s enough to make a fit man sick
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| Queuing up around in '46, oh no
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| But that’s enough about you
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| Yeah that’s enough about you
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| Take all of everything 'til I’m all black
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| This spell you’ve put me under’s made me crack
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| Broke another leg again
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| I’m broke and on the mend again
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| What else can i say?
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| And the beat of her drum plays on forever
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| Like a belle out ringing from the south
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| I could leave it here, i could leave you never
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| I can hear you begging in the crowd
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| Begging in the crowd
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| But that’s enough about you
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| Yeah that’s enough about you
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| Take all of everything 'til I’m all black
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| This hell you’ve dragged me into’s made me crack
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| I broke another leg again
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| Im broke and on the mend again
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| What else can i say?
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| What else can i say? |