UP THE DUMPER
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Na-na-na-now
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At least then I¡¯m all rested.
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I can't deny
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I won¡¯t let that harm man in
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It won¡¯t be long now,
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Still warming you up.
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I can¡¯t believe
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Enough you Band-Aid girl
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Holding me high
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You stand there all laugh and
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It wont be long 'til I¡¯m holding you more distant
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And I got the fever of your ridicule.
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Oh, oh.
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Time for the pill
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In your faulty stomach, you.
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Give in my heart
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Cross lines with the vial on you.
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It wont be long 'til I¡¯m holding you, mouldy stump
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And I got the front of all your ridicule
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Oh, oh.
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Up The Dumper
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| Melvins |
