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Oh good heavens, baby where's my medicine?
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I must have left it outside with my etiquette
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The undertaker's rule of thumb
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It's hard to talk with a novocain tongue
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This room smells like hotel illness
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The scars I hide are now your business
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I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this
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No baby love is not a punishment.
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Hypnotize by your rotten behavior
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This week's fashion is last year's flavor
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I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders
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The politics of the world's greatest liar
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So tell me baby is it true all those things that they say about you...
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Hotel Illness
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Black Box |