| Jeans she took, jam that beetle with the head
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| Oh, an easy man, where we, where we keep them set
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| Oh when she calls me out, everything she bad
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| Becomes a dream
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| But she’s my 35, everything she talks about the beat
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| Early moon, every minutes comes off through the night
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| Oh, wearing this arm, sweet child
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| I’m never getting under fire
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| See day after the day off, makes a pay
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| My bathing time I hide, came back
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| I wish I could age, yes I know
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| Early this morning, woke with a warning
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| In my brain
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| I’m seeing old man whipley
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| Sip so easily, not the same
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| He’s got nothing else, nothing else
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| Nothing else changes, in his head
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| But then he asked for another
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| Pass for surrender from his bed
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| I see the weekend I’m running
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| The curtains are lifting, yeah that recess
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| Until the wild wild, …diamond to the green…
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| I take a weary soul, put your broken nose
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| Down to the page
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| Laugh I make it out from the week it’s been
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| I could say |