It's irregular and it sure won't pay
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but say naught 'til you got something to say
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So I live for forty minutes a day
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Can I have that?
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The biggest kick you ever got
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was paying out on dinosaur rock
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and said with every prehistoric thought
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you can stain
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For every door that's been closed
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there's another of your friends you can dose
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While your brains seem to speak through your clothes
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And for every handshake that'll pay
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there's another motherfuck who'll complain
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that to keep a legal dose is so lame
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Are you stray?
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Those born with gold with weary souls
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Should eat their young and die
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Are you stray?
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Stray
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You Am I |