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I feel your fame
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Fill your pocket
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And I've tried to hock it
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I fly the friendly skies
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Meeting strangers
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And my hands pass through many
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You will believe
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I won't deceive you
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Too late cause it's a joke
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For you've got the neck of an angel
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feel my hands as they choke
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Come on down
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Gather 'round
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I'm your healer
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Come on down
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Now you're down
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With the feeder
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I've made the pitch
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And you the purchase
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Now who do you worship
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And I'll be your whore
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I'll go down, maybe
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Just give me a chance
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I will sell you lies
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And you will thank me
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too late you've paid my bills
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I crawl with flies
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move ahead
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and to a million people I've lied
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Come on down
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Gather 'round
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I'm your healer
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Come on down
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Now you're down
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With the feeder
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The Feeder
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| Dishwalla |
