mic city sons seem to dumb everything down
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i got wished a lot of luck
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and i'll tell you what it's worth now
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it's a cold-blooded style
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never was worthwhile
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you're as good as they come
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but you're such a f***ing trial
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you went and called me up
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do you bother me on purpose
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you make me feel like i'm half my age
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and at least twice as nervous
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you go ah-ha whistling
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sweet caroline
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and i'll be there to ??
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cos i never speak my mind
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it's a miracle how
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no offence is taken
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but i'm full of them then
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anytime you feel up to face them
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you go drink your problems still
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a statue in the barroom
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you've got feelings left to kill
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and i won't forget it too soon
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it's a cold blooded style
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never was worthwhile
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you're as good as they come
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but you're such a f***ing trial
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you go ah-ha whistling
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sweet caroling
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and i'll be there to ??
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cos i never speak my mind
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you don't want me to speak my mind
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