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Tip Your Bartender
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Hit it once more
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For our men in uniform, with a price upon their heads.
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This is a war! Sober up.
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But call it what you want,
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The color changes up in the sun.
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Not throwing stones at you anymore.
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Your name's in lights and I don't wonder
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Anymore. anymore...
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All my X's live with hexes.
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This is why I hang
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Myself with jealousy upon a fencepost half mast.
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Fashion: war between
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The guilty and the guilty and the guilty and the guilty
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And the teen.
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Not throwing stones at you anymore.
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Your name's in lights and I don't wonder
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Anymore... anymore
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Oh yeah, I would like to..
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like to Die like mice do.
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I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man.
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Crying.
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Not throwing stones at you anymore.
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Your name's in lights and I don't wonder
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Anymore.
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Oh yeah, I would like to..
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Like to die, like fucking mice do.
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I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man.
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Crying....
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Buy it.
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Load it.
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Shoot it.
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Tip Your Bartender
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