| Oh Die! |
| They gone and left me for her
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| On the way
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| Each every time a think the wheel around
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| And it’s gone
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| I got a reason for heading home
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| It’s not serene
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| It don’t make sense to me
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| I got the four eyes blooming under half of my bed
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| Seems to jingle as the razor comes with color and claw
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| I see it shine I see it stare
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| Holding hearts in my hand
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| Take the master morgue and make her have it sitting on side
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| Let the glory boy of Mr. Henry have it alright.
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| While it’s in front of me Keeps me insane.
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| Disguised to take away the feeling the house survives
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| But all on demand
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| Disguise thrown over me Teenage hand
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| Oh! |
| die You should have known you could have rested on me Each every time I kept the reel alive
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| You took me for the drive
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| To feel the fear and it’s hard.. . |