| Then I walk and I talk to this one
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| Then I laugh and go to a better one
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| hey once you want to get the getty, getty,
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| and the problem will get real dretty, dretties
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| WHo feels it lost, and I suppose that you’ll never know
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| ohh, you’ll reap what you sow,
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| can’t let that come when that peace won’t fig row, nooo
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| La la la la la la la la la la, oh yeah
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| La la la la la la la la la la, oh yeah
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| La la la la la la la la la la, oh yeah
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| La la la la la la la la la la, oh yeah
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| See them hypocrites they come again
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| in my discrete dirty lies they might know my friend
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| though, a story like that happened
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| and the one who spilled on him will have a problem
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| Hey, who feels it lose, and I suppose that they had me talk to stone,
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| hoo, you’ll reap what you sow but it the one well that you are bound to drop off
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| WHo feels it lost, and I suppose that you’ll never know
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| ohh, you’ll reap what you sow,
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| can’t let that come when that peace won’t fig row, nooo
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| La la la la la la la la la la, ooh yeah
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| La la la la la la la la la la, ooh yeah
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| La la la la la la la la la la, ooh yeah
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| La la la la la la la la la la, ooh yeah |