When the feeling comes it always leaves
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To the top of the hill, the hill of thieves
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Brush that furious out, hole in the well
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You'd like the hole in your head to feel the breeze
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If you're gonna ride, baby, ride the wild horse
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I can't drink no more, but I'll try
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You can't find me, baby, in the basement
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And I slug you in your fuckin' head, yeah
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If you're gonna ride, baby, ride the wild horse
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We can't drink no more, but we'll try
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You can't find us, baby, in the basement
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And we'll slug you in your fuckin' head, yeah
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Gloria Lewis
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Kyuss |