Walks like a crooked tooth
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And sleeps with a dexedrine smile
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Keeps finding the holes where old memory can go
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And wash it down liquefied
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Keep that old door swinging
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Coz you can be the freeloader
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When it's closing time
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When it's closing time
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Watcha gonna do it's nothing to see
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But something's got ya down on your knees
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I'm crawling through the dirt to see where it hurts
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And it ain't falling down by degrees
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I think I'm gonna die
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From trying to kick a hole in the sky
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Yer walls are plastered with ham-fist drunks
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And fagans wrapped in denim and smoke
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So tell me what chance did you happen to dance
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With the step that kicked yer feet in the boat
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Loose band on the radio
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All static and clashin' a hob-nailed hint
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You're never losing ground
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It's just the way it sounds
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Watcha gonna do it's nothing to see
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But something's got ya down on your knees
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I'm crawling through the dirt to see where it hurts
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And it ain't falling down by degrees
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I think I'm gonna die
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From trying to kick a hole in the sky
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Trying to kick a hole in the sky
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Trying to kick a hole in the sky
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You cover me like the sunshine kisses the day
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But a pulse starts in my gut now
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And it's gonna make us pay
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Watcha gonna do it's nothing to see
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But something's got ya down on your knees
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I'm crawling through the dirt to see where it hurts
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And it ain't falling down by degrees
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I think I'm gonna die
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From trying to kick a hole in the sky
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Trying to kick a hole in the sky
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Trying to kick a hole in the sky
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Ah bring it on
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Kick A Hole In The Sky
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You Am I |