| What’s this that Larry found laying on the street.
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| His old friend D. T, burned in absolute.
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| He didn’t look too good, and his body smelled like wine.
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| Something that Larry had known at his mind.
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| This boy was a star could be again.
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| As D. T called to his friend.
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| Larry, don’t leave me down there.
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| Larry, I’ll get there, I swear.
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| So Larry went () D. T seemed so sincere.
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| He slowly wouldn’t drink, not even just a beer.
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| Then the showcase came, D. T can’t be found.
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| His out back at it, and his head rolling on the ground
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| This was the last time Larry would hear.
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| His friend D. T call out.
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| Larry, don’t leave me down there.
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| Larry, I’ll get there, I swear.
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| Oh, Larry, don’t leave me down there.
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| Larry, I’ll get there, I swear.
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| Ohh.
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| I’ll get there, I swear.
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| Don’t leave me down there.
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| No.
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| Don’t leave me down there.
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t.
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| Leave me down there.
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t.
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| Leave me down there.
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| No.
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| No, don’t.
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| (Solo)
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| Larry, don’t leave me down there.
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| Larry, I’ll get there, I swear.
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| Oh yeah. |