Thunder shook loose hail
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on the outhouse again
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today I bumped into you again
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I have no idea what you want
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but there was something I meant to say
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As the day stops dead
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at the place where we're lost
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I will drug you and f*** you
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on the permafrost
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There's not much that I miss
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I'm far too forgetful for that
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sugar's sweet some of the time
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it's hard to keep some things in mind
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As the day stops dead ...
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Permafrost
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