There are
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worse things than being too late
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then you realize it's too late
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Everything I do is such a waste
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you don't I do
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You've already eaten the bait
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It's two too to easy
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Shut up slow down and brace
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I won't you will
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Sand fleas at my place
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So So So Sleazy
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Cut up Cut out Face
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Slips out
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My
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Sleeve
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Engine Stop and Engine Go
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No No No No
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And I don't even wanna go
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No No No
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No Shit there I was more bullets in the air
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Than air
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Climb down gooseneck canyon
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Fall asleep and stare
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Throw in Europeans
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Soaking clothes and hair
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Throw up all my words now
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Though I doubt
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you
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care
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No Don't follow the trail of dead Armadillos
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straight to New Orleans
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Making miles moments
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dragged around by my chain
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no Big Sir won't falter
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In a tin can avalanche
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If your going down there
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Three dead boys
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in
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vain
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I don't wanna go I
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I don't wanna go I
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I don't wanna go I
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I don't wanna go I
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I don't wanna go I
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Rabbits Run in Prides
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| Dreams From Gin |
