Oh pride is not a sin,
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And that's why I have gone on down to Wal-Mart
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With my checkbook to get you some.
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Like waves in which you drown me, shouting
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I knoe you must've realized by now
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And by the lawnchairs there
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Next to the racks of guns
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Your self esteem is waiting
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Canned up in alluminum
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Pensacola
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| Soul Coughing |
