| Like I didn’t know it
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| Choking on the pulp of it
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| Semper Fi
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| You kept me on your long line
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| Tugging in the whole time
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| Keep shining on
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| And that silent head grip …
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| Can’t do it no more
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| The honey bin
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| The bunny’s in
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| Is telling you there’s a countdown
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| Oh, damn your eyes
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| Had that one a long time
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| Unsung:
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| (Sorting out the long pipe
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| Hoping that the copper fits
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| Make sure you stay oblivious)
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| Said that we could go back
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| Said that we could go find
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| Terra forming!
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| Said that you were coke blind
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| Drinking in dramnesic
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| Tore out at the comrade
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| That’s a comrade, making a comrade offer
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| That Ticonderoga’s shit
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| Made my mind and my heart all split up over
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| The floor of the jackpot
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| There’s a floor to the jackpot
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| Where’do you rise???
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| You don’t even lie to me no more
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| They say you ain’t a comrade
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| Still, I’d know you’d come back
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| For a folly-ridden Romeo, you break down a fortress NOW
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| Standing out in public
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| Stained with your conscience
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| I know that you love me
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| You are just lawless, son
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| Give it another fortnight
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| Eye to eye the culprit
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| Just rid the fucking pulpit
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| I ain’t giving you another full ride
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| Underneath the combine
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| Said it didn’t bump you right
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| Habitual falling right? |