Every word they sling you hits like your folks have never been kind
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And the jewels on your apron could use some calomine
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Ugly girls and pit faced boys all hunch and join in the line
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Got the shoe that you lived in
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And the towel that you dried in
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There's a drink you can drown in
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Choose a blanket to die in
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Spill a drink on his front and salsa on the plans for a mall and high rise
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'Cause there's only so much of string that patron can pull and unwind
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Got the shoe that you lived in
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And the towel that you dried in
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There's a drink you can drown in
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Choose a blanket to die in
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Check out the towel you can die in
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Jewels And Bullets
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You Am I |