over the river climbing up the hill
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like a digital reproduction
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a frequency that kills
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women weep, dogs faint, the police beg
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but she won't stop that feeling
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going up and down their legs
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aches and pains
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i swear some women have fangs
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i'll help you count your scars tomorrow
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you spoke out loud when you should bite your lip
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now the joke's on you my friend
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and you can't get it fixed
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your zipper broke, she stole your socks, you lost your shirt
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she grabbed you by the nose
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and she rubbed it in the dirt
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over the river climbing up the hill
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like a digital reproduction
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a frequency that kills
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the big old dog just lost his bone
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so now he begs
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but she won't stop that feeling
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going up and down and up and down his leg
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Aches and Pains
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| The Bears |
