| Ah-ah, ah-ah,
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| Ah-ah, ah-ah.
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| She gets down on her knees to throw up life,
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| She gets down on her knees to throw up life,
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| She gets down on her knees to throw up life,
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| Thats the only thing she does it good.
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| Mm —
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| Mm —
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| Room to room, flushing away her memory,
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| Bay to bay, washing out her history.
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| Ah-ah!
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| She gets down on her knees to make up life,
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| She gets down on her knees to make up life,
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| She gets down on her knees to make up life,
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| Thats the only way she has it good.
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| Shes a mainliner whos never took a main line,
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| Shes a one liner whos never found the one line,
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| She goes from one bay to another looking for a liner.
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| Going down, down, down, down to feel the ground,
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| Coming up, up, up, up to make the flight.
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| Mm —
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| Mm —
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| Shes a line thrower, dip it in a honey bowl,
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| Shes a line burner, rub it in with vinegar and oil,
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| She goes from one sky to another looking for a liner.
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| Going down, down, down, down to feel the ground,
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| Coming up, up, up, up to make the flight.
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| Going down, down, down, down to feel the ground,
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| Coming up, up, up, up to make the flight.
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| Ah!
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| Ah!
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| Ah —
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| Blur patches in the clouded sky,
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| Too high to catch her tears and sighs,
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| Looking over tenderly.
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| Ah!
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| Ah!
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| Ah!
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| Ah!
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| Ah! |
| ah! |