| My aunt Gracie has dementia, never met her and she stood me up
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| But it’s fine I don’t mind
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| I’m not gonna die just yet
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| So don’t call the last trumpet
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| Eileen is right beside me and I think she’s lost her head again
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| As her eyes gleam wild, it’ll be ok
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| I know she’ll wanna be friends again
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| So gimme the keys to the car
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| I’ll drive
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| We’ll drive
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| Right into the ocean
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| Weaving and a bobbing and a kissing the notion
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| It’s not how it’s supposed to be
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| We Shouldn’t have to run for our lives (x4)
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| Don’t know what you’re saying with your garbage stink and your god in your hands
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| And your thousand bands
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| And retirement plans
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| And you’re off
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| And you’re on
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| And you’re off
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| And you’re on on on on on
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| It doesn’t have to be so tough!
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| Going down south got my lizard suit boys but you don’t judge me
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| I’m running this game way out on the street
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| Got the marks on my boots and my hands
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| Oooh wa (x10)
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| Doing little things that will get me to spread pretty far this side
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| That side
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| Little bird, you got me doping people down
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| Got your winner in sight
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| My knife my knife
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| Isn’t in your back
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| No one ever gets to decide
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| Your life is simple enough
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| Ooh wa
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| Ooh wa
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| Ooh wa
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| We Shouldn’t have to run for our lives (x4)
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| I’m swimming inside
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| Your brainwaves
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| The water is nice
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| It’s a safe place
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| And you’re off
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| And you’re on
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| And you’re off
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| And you’re on on on on on
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| It doesn’t have to be so tough! |