The wash is out, it's hanging up
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And all I have is nothing
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Nothing to do, nothing to say
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I think I must be dreaming
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The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
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Is this what Deaner was talkin' about
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I don't think I will ever return again my friend
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If I was king I'd wear a ring
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And never hurt my people
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I'd stay alert and dress to kill
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I might even slip you something
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The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
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Is this what Deaner was talkin' about
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I don't think I will ever return again my friend
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The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
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Is this what Deaner was talkin' about
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I don't think I will ever return again my friend
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I do not think I will ever return again, my friend [2x]
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WHAT DEANER WAS TALKIN' ABOUT
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| Ween |
