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Your hand on his arm |
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The hay stack charm around your neck |
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Strung out and thin |
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Calling some friend, trying to cash some check |
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He's acting dumb |
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That's what you've come to expect |
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Needle in the hay |
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Needle in the hay |
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Needle in the hay |
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Needle in the hay |
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He's wearing your clothes |
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Head down to toes, a reaction to you |
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You say you know what he did |
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But you idiot kid you don't have a clue |
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Sometimes they just get caught in the eye |
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You're pulling him through |
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Needle in the hay |
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Needle in the hay |
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Needle in the hay |
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Needle in the hay |
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Now on the bus, nearly touching this dirty latrine |
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Falling out sixth and |
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Powell, a dead sweat in my teeth |
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Gonna walk, walk, walk |
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Four more blocks plus the one in my brain |
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Down, downstairs to the man |
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He's gonna make it all okay |
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I can't be myself, |
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I can't be myself |
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Then I don't want to talk |
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I'm taking the cure |
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So I can be quiet wherever |
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I wantSo leave me alone |
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You ought to be proud that |
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I'm getting good marks |
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Needle in the hay |
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Needle in the hay |
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Needle in the hay |
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Needle in the hay |
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Needle in the hay |
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Needle in the hay |
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Needle in the hay |
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Needle in the hay |
