| You dare to tell me what to do, you have a lot of nerve
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| Watch your mouth or you might get the dentist you deserve
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| You’re leaving soon, your awful doom, example to us all
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| You be so far back, you won’t hear the hound dogs call
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| Go, go, what do you know?
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| I know what the deal is
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| You might try to cop a feel
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| And I know what a feel is
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| You go out, you go down
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| Some might think it’s funny
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| Prostitute, destitute
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| Love can’t buy you money
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| Don’t you know the way is slow?
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| And you’ve run out of time
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| Watch your feet or you might fall and it’s been quite a climb
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| Breaks my heart to say goodbye, but that’s the way it goes
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| Don’t you see the hanging tree?
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| Get up on your toes
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| Well, here we are among the stars, dizzy from the rush
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| We can’t see your face no more behind that burning bush
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| Your Bible hits the floor as we exchange our fond goodbyes
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| Turned around and falling down, funny how time flies |