If you croak I hope ya know I'm gonna toss you in the trash
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You can't really blame us, we're only doin' what you asked
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If you have yourself a son, I'm gonna tell your baby boy
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That father time's chock full of lies
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So don't jump in just yet
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Doubting thomas deserves much more than we can give
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If we win the lottery, let's buy an island just for him
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So when that hurricane tries beatin' down the door
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We can make him bat its eyes until it can't see what's a-...
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Until we can't see what's ahead
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You can sew me in stitches
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And curse at the cautious
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While it lasts
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'Cause soon we'll all forget
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If we croak I hope ya know it's gonna be in single files
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Hunting for models that were never worth the while
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Each one of us caught head for throwing jack frost in july
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And staring at the sun till our eyes were done
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And we could not see what's a-...
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Until we can't see what's ahead
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You can sew me in stitches
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And curse at the cautious
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While it lasts
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'Cause soon we'll all forget
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Short-Haired Tornado
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| Fair To Midland |
