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Royal Oil, come on bubble and boil
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Stabs like a dagger, make you stagger
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On the hot tin foil
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Mind your mind or it will surely spoil
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then you sleep down in the soil
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Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil
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When you smoke or poke the poison
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You lose the chance to be tomorrow
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Look out on the horizon
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And see the sadness, the pain and the sorrow
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I can't say enough about the stuff
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Or what it has in store
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When you smoke or poke the poison
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You won't be anymore
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Royal Oil, come on bubble and boil
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Stabs like a dagger, make you stagger
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On the hot in foil
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Mind your mind or it will surely spoil
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Then you sleep down in the soil
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Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil
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Royal Oil has cut many down to size
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Spikes gonna strike the weak and strong alike
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And then forever, and ever close those eyes
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Make up your mind to keep your mind up
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And to your life be loyal
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Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil
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Royal Oil, big trouble brewing
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Long, lonely road, long road to ruin
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Wrong path to take, great big mistake
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And then you sleep down in the soil
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Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil
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Royal Oil
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