| You may think that it’s funny now
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| That I got a headache like a shop vac coughin' dust bunnies
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| It’s hard to see when it’s all red
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| And all you hear are just white noises
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| This little one she’s a delicate creature
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| No safety features to hold her down
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| Girl you’ve been running on all cylinders
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| Pulling the yard and cutting hard
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| But no they won’t find us lying down on the ground
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| And it ain’t at the bar where I am or you are
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| We’ll take a puff on a cigarette and see what we get
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| An invigorating fix and a black lung
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| Don’t know much about history
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| Don’t know much about the shape I’m in
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| There ain’t no manual to our minds
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| We’re always looking baby all the time
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| But no we won’t find it rolling around on the ground
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| And it ain’t at the bar where I am, where you are
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| I took a puff on a cigarette, saw what I get
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| An invigorating fix and a black lung
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| You think you’re tired, put your face in my place
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| We swap faces and I see you’re tired
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| It’s hard to think with a squashed brain and
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| Let’s hope that don’t leave a permanent stain
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| How can you talk over all that racket
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| What’s there to feel but totally whacked
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| But we don’t got time to wallow around in it
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| Though it don’t look so far away from where we are
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| I wanna put out the cigarette and leave it behind
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| Hold you real close, take you by the hand
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| We’ll walk away
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| Walk away |