| Blame stops until you do
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| Blame stops until you do
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| Do your major duty
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| And crawl right back again
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| Time gets to me and I
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| The heir apparent just might try
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| You know you should be winning
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| Time won’t wait for you
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| To grow
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| Crush me back to where I belong
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| Hold me down there anchor strong
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| Fill me up 'til I overflow
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| In the wintertime
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| In the wintertime
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| When we get down to it
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| You wanted to
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| Arms never get on top
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| You heed that notion and you’ll drop
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| I will not be one of the watchers
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| I will not disappear
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| Time gets to me and I
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| Wonder how to simplify
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| You know you should be blushing
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| To a hue of Robitussin
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| Flow
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| Men are scum, I won’t deny
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| May you be shit-faced the day you die
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| And be successful in all your lies
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| In the wintertime
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| In the wintertime
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| When we get down to it
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| You wanted to
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| Do you think you got the nerve?
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| It doesn’t take much nerve
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| Just kiss yourself metaphorically
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| And open the door and piss if you need to
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| Gonna get it when it’s hot
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| Come and get it, ready or not
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| It fits in your grip, such a feminine trip
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| Revel in the rubber pavilion
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| Of gold
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| Captured in a mason jar
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| Will you be my whisper unnamed star?
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| In a galaxy so far far far
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| From the wintertime
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| From the wintertime
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| From the wintertime
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| Wandering through |