| Blind in my one good eye
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| My mind just won’t reply
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| Somethin' from way down south
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| Kinda formin' a dust in my mouth
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| Lookin' for a place to hide
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| Lookin' for a space to die
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| Rattlin' like an old tin can
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| I’m cruisin' like a laundry van
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| Hot 'n' cold fever down to my knees
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| Wearin' out all of my rosary beads
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| Can’t shake those shakes
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| Can' t shake those shakes no more
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| Can’t shake those shakes
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| Feels like I’m dyin' when I’m already dead
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| Date with my medicine man
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| He got the remedies I understand
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| Gotta find the price to pay
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| Gonna send me on my way
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| Gotta desperate need, gotta feed the fire
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| I got a chemical love and a burned out desire
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| Can’t shake those shakes
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| Can’t shake those shakes no more
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| Can’t shake those shakes, eels like I’m dyin'
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| When I’m already dead, I’m dead
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| Don’t care for sentiment, don’t even pay my rent
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| Got enough bad habits to blame
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| Got enough of them to keep me sane
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| Losin' altitude in this neighborhood
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| Can’t break the fall, though I know that I should
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| Can’t shake those shakes |