[Verse 1:]
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A cold war
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Colder than four Coors
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Extorted and sold short
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Curious, poor George
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Fury is four
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And this is the floor
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It's like the story of the tortoise
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Or delivery stork
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Ultimate warrior
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More Mickey Rourke
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It's been reported there's a shortage of the barbecue pork
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I try to ignore it like somebody who snores
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But it's important
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Can't afford it
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Like a four door sport
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"I'm euphoric, "
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I retorted
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I've been bordered up by border
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I'm a sort it out in order
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I don't need your support
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I don't give a shit
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Not interested in anybody's listening
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Do it for the gist of it
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It's just what my condition is
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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And yeah I'm having trouble sleeping
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It's definitely my fault
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Is it another reason I'm completely in downfall?
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Maybe it's just the season
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Mercury rounds off
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Right on my mid heathen
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Yeah I'm secretly "wow, Roth"
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Telling me this is freedom
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Then I need you to vouch for it
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Feel like life teasing me
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Feeding me South Park
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Fighting to keep the peace
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Maybe need to get out more
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This machine cheats
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Time to even the route score
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Stuck in the downpour
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Alone and I'm outdoors
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Hoping that it won't keep going though
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Moving the doubt for
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Realer than who you keep around
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Sure to look out for
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So you can tell it's found
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Never leaving without yours
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I sure
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[Chorus]
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Running Away
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| ASher Roth |
