Get a load of that with the snakeskins on
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Looks like a refugee from a headbangin' song
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Sweet July evening seems all the world we've ever known
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Is here at the breaker shakin' them restless bones
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Brown baggin' as the music's draggin'
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On a cheap cassette machine
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Honey, I know no matter where we go
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We're gonna keep us a piece of this routine
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CHORUS
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It's like a Rembrandt
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A one of a kind in a shades-of-grey world
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Like a Rembrandt, baby
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A genuine find in a come and go swirl
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World's in the moonlight, there's diamonds in the coal
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Layin' on my hood we're runnin' soul in soul
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Yellin' out my name I think I know who that was
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This moment's got me higher than a black coffee buzz
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Come on, girl, you can call your boss
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And fake a case of the flu
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You and me, we can cast some shadows
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In that nightlight your mama left on for you
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CHORUS
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Drinkin' domestic on a night as majestic
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As a true hell raiser's bliss
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Every workin' day they take a little more away
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But they don't know of a social affair as redeeming as this
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Same tapes as last week, that makes 'em cool
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Same grooves, same times, drives the social tool
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If this here is heaven than the saints are reelin'
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Some of them crawlin' on a tall grass ceilin'
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Honey, if life don't give us any more
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It gave us a season
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To groove 'neath the stars at the Number 9 Breaker
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Not askin' for answers or reasons
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Like a Rembrandt
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