Her uncle won't support her now
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He loves his Masons more
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with their Boy Scout songs of Jahbulon
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as they flocked to gore some whores
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She says, "You won't get me home
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You won't get me home
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Everything I own is gone."
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They built a wall around the town to keep her plague within
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until all of the unclean had died atoning for their sins
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You won't get me home
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You won't get me home
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Leave my mouth alone
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You're old -- you're old!
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You won't get me home
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to jump my tired bones
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Now leave my mouth alone and go!
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Go! Go!
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The Prince of Caledonia, he drives a diesel van
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Yeah, he peddles skag in Hamilton
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He's the reality man, reality man
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You're not your own executioner, no
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You're not your own executioner, no
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You're not your own executioner, even though they tell you,
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they tell you, they tell you, they tell you so!
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You Won't Get Me Home
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| The Fatima Mansions |
