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</ x x \> The </ x x \>
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| @ | Hogs of Entropy | @ |
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/\__^__/\ present... /\__^__/\
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BUUUURP BUUUURP
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The Violent Femmes - Add it Up Lyrics
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<<-HoE->>
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By, Mogel
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Release Date: 09/09/94
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Note: Thanks to responses we have been alerted of some mistakes in
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two HoE files. "Nirvana Unlimited" and "Mortal Kombat II" both
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had a few minor mistakes. We have re-edited both files and there
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is a "note" attached 009 at the top and 006 at the bottom, and both
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of the "good" versions state that they are corrected. Thanks to
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Everlast and Spiff for spotting my goofs.
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-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
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--== Oh, and before I forget! ==--
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All lyrics by Gordon Gano and music by the Violent Femmes.
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All lyrics on "Add it Up" (c) Slash Records 1993.
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-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
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"The Violent Femmes...They bring all their equipment
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on the bus...and you can't FUCK with the Violent
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Femmes! You CAN NOT fuck with this band!"
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1) Waiting for the Bus
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You got the mother and her kids,
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you got the guy and his date.
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We all get mad,
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we all get late.
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Looks like somebody forgot about us,
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standing on the corner waiting for a bus.
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Say, "Hey Mr. Driverman...don't be slow,
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'cause I got somewhere I gotta go."
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Say, "Hey Mr. Driverman...drive that thing fast,
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my precious time keeps slippin' past.
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Let's call the mayor,
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let's complain.
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It look's like the city's done it to us again.
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Tied up in traffic - What do ya' know?
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The damn city bus moves so slow.
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Driver: Young man your transfers expired would you please pay full fair?
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Dude: I just got this transfer.
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Other Dude: Hey, could you open up the back door?
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Driver: Either pay your 65 cents or you'll have to leave the bus.
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Dude: You gotta be kidding me - I just got it!
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Other Dide: Would you please open up the back door?!?
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2) Blister in the Sun
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When I go walkin' I strut my stuff and I'm so strung out.
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I'm high as a kite and I just might stop to check you out.
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Lemme go on,
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I get blistered in the sun.
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Lemme go on,
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Big hands I know you're the one.
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Body and beats,
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I stain my sheets and I don't even know why,
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My girlfriend,
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she's at the end,
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she is starting to cry.
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3) Gone Daddy Gone
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Beautiful girl - love your dress,
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high school smiles - oh yes!
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Beautiful girl - love your dress,
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where she is now I can only guess,
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'cause it's gone daddy gone,
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love is gone...away.
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When I see you eyes will turn blue.
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When I see you a thousand eyes turn in blue.
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I can tell by the way that you switch your walk,
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I can tell by the way that you baby talk,
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I can know by the way that you treat your man,
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I could love you baby, it's a cryin'...
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Beautiful girl - love your dress,
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15 smiles - oh yes.
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Beautiful girl - love your dress,
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where she is now I can only guess,
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'cause it's gone daddy gone,
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love is gone...away.
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4) Gimme the Car
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Come on dad - Gimme the car tonight,
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I got this girl,
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I wanna <BOING>
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I'll tell you what,
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I'll tell you what I'm gonna do:
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I'm gonna pick her up,
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I'm gonna get her drunk,
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I'm gonna make her cry,
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I'm gonna get her high,
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I'm gonna make her laugh,
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I'm gonna make her Shhhhhh...
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Woman,
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I know she's it,
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'cause I'm gonna touch her all over her body...
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and she can touch me all over my body!
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Time goes by I can feel myself growing old,
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burning insides makin' this boy turn out cold.
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What's wrong? What's right?
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I don't care when I hate my life.
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What's wrong? What's right?
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People don't care when they hate thier life!
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But how can I explain Personal Pain?
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How can I explain? My voice is in vain.
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How can I explain? The deep down...Driving!
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Hey dad, Speaking of Driving,
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Come on Dad - Gimme the car tonight.
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Oh this much he don't understand,
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I just might never make it to a man.
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Come on Dad - Gimme the car.
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Come on Dad - I ain't no runt.
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Come on Girl - Gimme your <BOING>,
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'cause I ain't got nothing to live for!
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5) Country Death Song
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I had me a wife,
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I had me some daughters.
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I tried so hard,
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I never knew still still waters.
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Nothing to eat and nothing to drink.
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Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.
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I been thinking and I'm thinking,
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'till there ain't nothing I ain't thunk.
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Breathin' in the stink,
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till finally I stunk.
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It was at that time,
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I swear I lost my mind!
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I started making plans to kill my own kind.
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"Come little daughter," I said to the youngest one,
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"Put your coat on, We'll have some fun!
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We'll go out to the mountain,
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the one to explore."
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Facin' it up, I was standing by the door.
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Come little daughter,
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I will carry the lantern,
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We'll go out tonight,
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We'll go out to the caverns,
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We'll go out tonight,
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We'll go out to the caves.
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Kiss your mother goodbye and remember that god saves.
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I led her to a hole,
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a deep black well,
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I said "Make a wish,
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and be sure and not tell.
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Now close your eyes and count to seven.
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Know your papa loves you,
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your children go to heaven."
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I gave her a push,
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I gave her a shove,
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I pushed with all my might,
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I pushed will all my love,
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I threw my child into a bottomless pit!
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She was was screamin' as she fell,
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but I never heard her hit.
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Gather 'round boys to the tale that I tell,
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you wanna know how to take a short trip to hell?
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It's garunteed to get your own place in hell!
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Just take your lovely daughter and push her in a well,
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take your lovely daughter and throw her in a well.
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Don't speak to me of lovers with a broken heart,
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you wanna know what will really tear you apart?
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I'm goin' out to the barn where I never stop in pain,
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I'm goin' out to the barn to hang myself in shame.
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6) Black Girls
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I dig the black the black girls,
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oh so much more than white girls,
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I'm so pleased to learn they were faster,
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kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss Ohhh I'm after.
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ra-cha-cha-cha ta-ta-ta,
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long honkey faggot white boy,
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a flub-flub-flub fiz kinda joy.
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You can palm her ass so quier and quiet,
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while inside I rebel and riot!
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I dig the white boys,
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oh so much more than black boys,
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I was so pleased to learn that they're not smarter!
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Come on and give it, give it, give it to me HARDER!
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Just say, "HARDER!" <sax sex>
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You know I love the lord of hosts,
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father, son, and the holy ghost,
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I'm so pleased to learn that he's inside me,
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in my time of trouble he will hide me.
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I dig the black girls!
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7) Jesus Walking on the Water
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Oh my,
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What if it was true?
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and oh my,
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tell is it true?
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Did he die upon that cross?
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and did he come back across?
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Jesus walking on the water,
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sweet Jesus walking in the sky!
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I can safetly say he took my hand,
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and he raised me up,
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and he brought me up,
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I can hold my head high.
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Will I be true to my word?
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and will I give what I'm worth?
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Oh yes sir,
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I come when you call.
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and yes sir,
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Jesus borrowed it all.
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8) 36-24-36
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I saw a girl walkin' down the street,
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just the kinda of girl that I'd like to meet.
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It ain't her hair or her clothes or her feet,
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it's something much more discrete.
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No, I'm not a lair baby,
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I'm not proud,
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I just want what I'm not allowed.
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I'll move on up and help myself,
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and do a world of good for my mental health!
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36-24-36...somethings broke and it needs to be fixed.
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I don't know how to tell you this,
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but I'm getting bored and I need some kicks,
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like 34-24-36.
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Man oh man I got a red hot plan,
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do you understand?
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I cannot fail, it's plain to see,
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I'm having fun and making money,
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I know this summers gonna be the best,
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if I don't die from lack of rest,
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experience what my daddy said,
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that's what I got just like he said.
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Something special about her personality!
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36-24-36...I want lots of pretty chicks!
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9) I Held Her in My Arms
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I'm gnawing on the knowledge that I haven't burned,
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and I'm learning thins that I should have already learned.
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Everyone I ever knew was so kind and coy,
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I was with a girl,
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but it felt like it was with a boy.
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And I can't even remember if we were lovers,
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or if I just wanted to...
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But I held her in my arms...but it wasn't you!
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I will not kill the one thing that I love,
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in this world of wrekage I loved a book,
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I said, "Help me Lord, help me understand,
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what it means to be a boy,
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what it means to be a man!"
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10) I Hate the TV
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I hate the TV!
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You know that it's killin' me!
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I hate the president!
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You know that he's killin' me!
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Oh my love do not fear,
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Satan's army will never win,
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Oh my love I do not smell (?),
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bodies will sleep or burn.
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It's killin' me!
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He's killin' me!
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11) America is
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America is...
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America is the home of the hypocrit!
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American Dream is f-f-full of it!
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Look at the Indians, <-- "Check" instead of "look" next go round.
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look at the Blacks,
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look at the figures,
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look at the facts,
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look at the facts,
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the facts - not the lies,
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and you'll find out a big surprise!
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Right between the eyes!
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No desperation limit!
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Even though my nose don't work I smell trouble!
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No desperation limit!
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Murder, Murder in the government...
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Say you're sorry!
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No desperation limit!
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Turn the key.
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Turn the lock.
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Nationalism - you can suck my...
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Watch how the worlds progressing,
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Everywhere - Agression!
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12) Old Mother Reagan
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Old mother Reagan and her crew,
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took away from me and you!
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She better go far and away!
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You know it ain't right,
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when it's all wrong,
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See old mother Reagan protest on.
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Old mother Reagan,
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so dumb,
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so dangerous.
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How come she don't go far and away?
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She better go far and away!
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Old mother Reagan went to heaven and and at the gate she was stopped.
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13) Dance M.F., Dance!
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When I say Dance,
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you best dance motherfucker!
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Dance, Motherfucker dance!
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You're such an ugly motherfucker, dance!
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14) Lies
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Well, I was was reading this poem,
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and it's so profound,
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and I like it's ryhthm,
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and I like it's sound.
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By a very famous poet,
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no critic can critize,
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and I pause a moment,
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and I start to realize,
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he's tellin' lies...
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On the motel TV I dig the evangelists.
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He'll tell you all about that,
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and then he'll tell you all about this.
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He's preaching up a storm,
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by the seat of god's elite.
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He's mixing up the truth,
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with something funny I start to see,
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he's tellin' lies...
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Well, I never had this problem with anyboy in the government,
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I guess I always figured never mean what they meant.
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And god help us all not to be so stoned surprised,
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when we wake up in the stars,
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with the skys in out eyes,
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If we keep tellin' lies...
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15) American Music
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Do you like American music?
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I like American music.
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Don't you like American music, baby?
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I want you to hold me.
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I want your arms around me.
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I want you to hold me, baby.
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Do you do too many drugs?
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I do too many drugs.
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Do you do too many drugs too, baby?
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You were born too late,
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I was born too soon,
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but everytime I look at that ugly moon,
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it reminds me of you.
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I need a date to the prom,
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would you like to come along?
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Nobody will go to the prom with me, baby.
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They didn't like American music.
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They never heard American music.
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They didn't know that the music was in my soul, baby.
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You were born too soon,
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I was born too late,
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but everytime I look at that ugly lake,
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it reminds me of me.
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You like American music.
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I like American music.
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Do you like American music?
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We like all kinds of music.
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But I like American music...dance, baby.
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You were born too late,
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I was born too late,
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but everytime I look at that ugly lake,
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it reminds me of me.
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16) Out the Window
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Life was simple,
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life was great,
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until I made my big mistake.
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Oh-no it could never happen to me.
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Life was short and life was sweet,
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I was thinking as I hit the street.
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I could hardly believe,
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I could scarcely concieve that I had gone out the window.
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She was fine,
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she looked great,
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so we made our big mistake.
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I swear it it never happened to her.
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Pavement knocked her head around,
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when she hit the solid concrete ground.
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Thirty flights above,
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and she was thirty-something lovin' and gone out the window.
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Oh, catch me when I'm falling...
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He was smart,
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he was wise,
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he profoundly philosophised everthing for human peace.
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One day by a window there,
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was a note that read,
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"I've gone out the window. I'm dead."
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He saved one life for all his life,
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but then one day he said,
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"No. I gotta go."
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...out the window.
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17) Kiss off
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I need someone,
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a person to talk to.
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Someone who cared to love.
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Could it be you?
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Situation gets rough then I start to panic.
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It's not enough,
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it's a habit.
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of kissing.
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My darling is sick.
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You can always kiss off in the end.
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Get on my back and them stare.
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Then they'll be back,
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but I won't mind.
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They will be back,
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we do it all the time!
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I hope you know that this will go down your permanent record!
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Oh yeah?
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Well, don't get so distressed.
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Did I happen to mention the rest?
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I take one 'cause you left me,
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two for my family,
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three for my heartache,
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four for my headaches,
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five for my loneliness,
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six for my sorrow,
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seven for tomorrow,
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eight -- I forgot what eight was for,
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nine for a lost god,
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ten -- Everything!
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18) Add it Up
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Dance after dance,
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I will walk and I will play,
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but the day after today,
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I will stop and I will start.
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Why can't I get just one kiss?
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Believe me somethings I wouldn't miss,
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but I look at your pant - I need a kiss!
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Why can't I get just one slew?
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Believe me I know what to do,
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but something won't let me make love to you.
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Why can't I get just one fuck?
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I guess it has something to so with luck!
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I'd lay out my life for just one.
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Dance after dance,
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I can handle it,
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I will say, "I saw it."
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But I take a call and say goodnight.
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Oh my, I know you kept your eye on this thought,
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I know you got problems,
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you're not the only one.
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Your honey sugar left ya',
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he left ya' on the run.
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Oh my, take a look now and that your boy is gone,
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he's walkin' around like he's number one.
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He went downtown and got hima gun.
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I said, Shoot goddamit.
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You know you got my sympathy.
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I wanna shoot goddamit.
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Your broken down kitchen at the top of the stairs,
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cannot make sin with your affairs.
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Share a smoke.
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Make me choke.
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You gotta grasp and reach for a little hope,
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I've seen worse than that arise,
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words hypnotize,
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words make my mouth exercise,
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words filled up with magic prize.
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Nothing that I say - nothing complies (?).
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Oh my mother,
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I love to love her.
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So he's restless - he's ready to pouce.
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There go you in your bed from house to house.
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Move you,
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decision to make,
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things to lose,
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things to take.
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Guess he's about ready to take it up,
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he said, "Wait a minute honey, I wanna add it up!"
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19) Johnny
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Oh Johnny do you miss your mother?
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Do you miss your father?
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Oh Johnny do you miss me?
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I was so hungry,
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I just wanted to attack,
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and I was so hungry,
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oh, not me no, I never look back.
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Oh Johnny sometimes I wonder,
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I wonder what it's like to die.
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Oh no you see,
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I could have been a star,
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I could have been a wick(?).
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I'll tell ya' something else Johnny,
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we could have been sailing along in our ship.
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Is this ring that he wore just another thing that he wore?
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But there's something special about this ring I just can't ignore.
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I saw him keep it,
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I don't know what it's for.
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Oh Johnny do you miss all the old ladies?
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do you miss all of the crazies?
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do you miss me?
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Oh Johnny there's something else I'd like to know.
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Could you tell me Johnny,
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could you tell me what it's like to die?
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I can't hear you!
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<<-HoE->> is a (c)opythatthing on the other thing that is thingy.
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