| When they number off the dead
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| I will haul the ashes there
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| And make certain you were one of them
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| And in my infant dreams of hope
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| You will billow up in smoke
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| And fill my little pink lungs
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| You may not find it hard
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| You drag my feet
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| You pull me to the ground
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| This is costing you in skin
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| I am sister to your tunes
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| Fortunate waddle while you swoon
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| Spanking boy is on the whipping post
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| His features melt into his mouth
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| While we’re burning down the house
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| What a puddle of friends we have now
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| You may not find it hard
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| You drag my feet
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| You pull me to the ground
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| This is costing you in skin
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| You make me feel so enlightened
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| Like a lady found god in her purse
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| Lord in the store we are bringing it in
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| Pays in the red and it’s worse
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| How will he take the news?
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| Good or bad, red or blue
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| Holds the victim and he folds the night
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| No exception to the rule
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| Motel 6 your check is due
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| Adult life is calling you
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| You may not find it hard
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| You drag my feet
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| You pull me to the ground
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| This is costing you in skin
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| You make me feel so enlightened
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| Like a lady found god in her purse
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| You may not find it hard
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| You drag my feet
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| You pull me to the ground
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| This is costing you in skin
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| Someone has friends on the rebound
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| And she is a model of you
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| I saw a speech last for hours
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| Maybe next week we’ll spend in the dirt
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| You may not find it hard
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| You drag my feet
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| You pull me to the ground
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| This is costing you in skin |