I use the soup to wash the dirt off my face
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I'll write with pencil so then I can't erase
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But what's to do when someone's taking my place with you with you
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I know to stop when the light turns to red and when it rains I know to cover my head
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But what's to do when I wished I were dead over you over you over you
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La la la la la la la la la la la la let 'em to ride off tomorrow
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La la la la la la la la la la la la hopin' to wash off the sorrow
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I hope to find that the world was not there
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It seems to me when I'm down you did not care
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And my ambition vanished into thin air long with you with you
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I use the soup...
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I Use The Soap
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Dickey Lee |