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She gets down on her knees to throw up life |
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She gets down on her knees to throw up life |
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She gets down on her knees to throw up life |
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That's the only thing she does it good |
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Room to room, flushing away her memory |
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Bay to bay, washing out her history |
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She gets down on her knees to make up life |
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She gets down on her knees to make up life |
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She gets down on her knees to make up life |
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That's the only way she has it good |
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She's a mainliner who's never took a main line |
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She's a one liner who's never found the one line |
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She goes from one bay to another looking for a liner |
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Going down, down, down, down to feel the ground |
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Coming up, up, up, up to make the flight |
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She's a line thrower, dip it in a honey bowl |
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She's a line burner, rub it in with vinegar and oil |
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She goes from one sky to another looking for a liner |
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Going down, down, down, down to feel the ground |
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Coming up, up, up, up to make the flight |
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Going down, down, down, down to feel the ground |
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Coming up, up, up, up to make the flight |
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Blur patches in the clouded sky |
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Too high to catch her tears and sighs |
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Looking over tenderly |
