Well I dont want a thing to do with your kind and i aint got no time to kill on your dime
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strung up hanging round
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looking like your upside down
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well i aint on to shed no blood thats your crime
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and i aint one to sling no mud i clean it up
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you aint what i call a friend
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i wouldnt even if i could pretend
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man you aint like anybody else
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as night becomes the sunday rise
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as dirt becomes the butterflies
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as sure it alway seems to stay the same
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and ill be waiting anxiously and ill be falling fast asleep
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and ill be dreaming of the day the dream die uh huh
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no sticks no stones could break my bones like you can
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if i knew hate id call it love for you, man
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high upon the hill,cheaper then the dollar bill
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man you aint like anybody else
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should we pretend?
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that its the end
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are you my curse? are you my friend?
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and if we got hit, to the end of the road
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will you yell, to carry my load
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im getting it back with that terrible feeling
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my vision is crack but it looks like its healing
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im getting it back like its four in the morning
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when the sun only shines cause its been given a warning
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im getting it back with the rest of the leap year
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im keeping the rabbit, the bat, and the reindeer
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im getting it out whatever i gotten keep in
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im telling the truth and it dont win with pretend.
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should we pretend? (x3)
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The Rabbit, the Bat, and the Reindeer
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