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Somebody’s Heinie is crowdin’ my icebox |
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Somebody’s cold one is giving me chills |
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Guess I’ll just close my eyes |
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Flip on the tele’ wrestle with Jimmy |
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Somethin’ is bubbling behind my back |
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the bottle is ready to blow |
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Yourdrug is a heartbreaker |
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I can’t confront you I never could do |
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That which might hurt you to try and be cool, and I say |
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This wave, is a waterslide away from me that takes me further every |
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your drug is a A heartbreakEer |
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{A]In spite of years of silence |
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You’ve cleaned up - found Jesus |
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Things are looking good or so I hear |
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The son is drowning in the flood |
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Your drug is a heartbreaker |
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